Our life in Nuevo.....

We went upriver, or up estuary, to find the crocodile sanctuary and ran aground.  Thinking that being in a rubber boat with food, aka, the dogs, we poled our way out of there real fast until we could start the engine.

 

When we were in San Diego, we met a man on the dock who said our boat looked familiar...he had either raced against it in Hawaii or knew of it as Shockwave.  Further conversation had us, Hawaiian style, as being almost related!  We had a lot of mutual acquaintences and/or friends.  Our friend Barbara in Santa Barbara had attended a luau given by Russ and his wife On Lopez Island in 2006.  A woman who had worked for Barbara in Hawaii was one of Russ and Jonelle's neighbors.  Barbara had sent us photos of Jonelle's work as a printmaker, and it turns out that I had sailed on her ex husband's boat in Hawaii.  This same sort of thing happened when we ran into someone backpacking in Haleakala....and it is very Hawaaian.  It also means you don't get away with anything if you live there. 

So went to Eddie's for dinner:  coconut shrimp and margaritas.  I will never have more than one of Eddie's margarita - take a look at the size of it in front of Russ.  The people alongside Robert sailed across the front of us with a lovely blue spinnaker a few days out of Turtle Bay.  We took photos - sort of a grim day, but they elegantly sailed on a latitude as we tried to make a longitude.  The wind was so fluky, they must have thought they could zig zag across the squall.   This is also when I had hair.  It is all Jean Orsini's fault.