Remembering Columbus Day.

DSC02713Twelve years ago, on this very weekend, I nonchalantly extended a, “How do you do,” to the Sea of Cortez. It was Columbus Day weekend 2002. I was happy to meet her, because she had something I wanted. Salt, waves, sand. Five months of ocean-free living was turning out to be harder than I expected, after Captain Chameleon and I switched lanes and moved from a little island in the Florida Keys to the big, dry, metropolis of Phoenix, Arizona. No regrets for moving away from paradise, where every day my view was of not just one, but two bodies of water (the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico), and yet I was literally feeling like a suffocating fish; on her last impatient breath to have someone drop her back into the ocean- in time for a Columbus Day Regatta.

My new co-workers, full of good intention tried to mend my homesick heart by suggesting I rent a houseboat on Lake Pleasant over Columbus Day weekend. It was the last straw. Go to a lake to celebrate Columbus Day? For pity-sakes, have they no respect for Chris? Or empathy for an ocean junky-island dweller-Frangy-Pangy-Key Lime snob? When an invite came to join Captain Chameleon’s sister and her family at a beach, one hour south of the border in Mexico, I was in!

“Are you sure that if we leave our house at 7:30 a.m. and drive south, south west, that by noon we’ll be sitting on a beach in Mexico?”

“Yep, I’m sure of it. We’ll be sitting on the beach, drinking Dos XX with lime, and sucking salt air in through our nostrils,” replied Capt. Chameleon.

“Yippy. In that case, I’ll take my Dos XX with Key limes!”

Our VW Bug was packed to the gills with every beach item that we owned, plus a Key Lime Cake, when we headed to sea. Our only regret was that it was just for one night. With only six weeks into new jobs, neither one of us were comfortable asking our bosses for time off to go hang at the ocean. It would be 11 years before we worked up that kind of courage.

I adore the Sea of Cortez but admittedly, my feelings for her were pretty nimble at first. That’s often how it goes for me though, guilty of judging a book by its cover. I’m wiser now, from years of being delighted by books with ugly covers. Now, when the urge to judge a book; Captain Chameleon’s travel plans; or a bargain hair salon send my snobbish chin to the skies, I’m usually able to find the where- with-all to pause, get my nose out of the air, and turn to the first page.


“What do you think about pulling a camper down there and making it our second home?” Captain Chameleon was smitten with Puerto Penasco (aka Rocky Point) on the mainland side of the Sea of Cortez.

“No thank you.”

I didn’t say it, but I found the town ugly and dusty. Except for the beautiful beaches, it had nothing in common with the picture I was carrying around in my head. My “second home” picture was of Coastal Living homes, Martha Stewart gardens, and Bon Appetite cuisine.

But then something magical happened (or maturity, practicality, and down to earth thinking) and magazine living gave way to figuring things out as they came and on a boat budget. Saving, so that one day we would have options; options to buy another boat, go cruising, or just sit by the ocean and dream of more Columbus Day’s to come.





What I saw when I looked up from mopping the floors. Beautiful.

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Favorite times celebrating Columbus Day with Capt. Chameleon:

  • The Annapolis Boat Show!   It was my first boat show and first time in Chesapeake Bay. It was spectacular. We drove from Florida to Maryland with a cooler of fresh stone crab claws. Arriving first in Bethesda to visit family, we cracked the claws and opened a bottle of regional Chardonnay. The wine was to die for. Lucky us, after the boat show we returned to family and spent a weekend wine-tasting our way through Maryland and Virginia.
  • Columbus Day Regatta off Eliot Key, (Key Biscayne) Florida. My first time to sail longer than a sunset cruise, we headed up the coast from Marathon to Elliot Key. What an experience. I was not prepared for the bodacious crowd but it was fun! To this day, when I serve up Red Beans & Rice and cheese bread it takes me back to that weekend.
  • Weekends at Corona Del Mar, our little oasis by the sea. It’s what kept us optimistic and committed to working hard, saving, and planning for our next boat adventure. It’s also the place we’ve forged incredible friendships with other adventure seeking people.
  • Twelve years ago on our trip to the Sea of Cortez where Capt. Chameleon looked over longingly to a man windsurfing. Without saying anything, Capt. Chameleon reached into the cooler, pulled out 2 beers, and walked down the beach to where the man sat resting. In several minutes the man lay stretched out in the sand, drinking a beer, while Capt. Chameleon took the guy’s windsurfer for a ride. Excited, I watched him slice through the waves, the colorful sail the brightest thing for miles around. Then, the sail went down and Capt. Chameleon sat on the board. Far off shore, I was worried he was injured. Silly me. He was sitting there enjoying a beer and his spectacular luck of windsurfing on Columbus Day. The board that hangs in our guest room reminds me of that day.
  • Shelter Island Boatyard in San Diego. Wow, has it been a year? This time last year, we cruised in from Catalina Island and hauled Seamore Pacific out for a bottom job, thru-hull, and electrical work in prep for the Baja Ha Ha XX.

The End,

From Puerto Penasco, Mexico

Columbus Day 2014

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Sea of Cortez


Windsurfers make great room accents…


A cheap shot (cheap camera) on my beach walk. The Sea of Cortez


My beach cruiser Lulu. I ride her around Phoenix to remind me of being at the beach.


Treasures from the sea.

More or Less is More

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It’s been 10 weeks since we left Seamore Pacific and returned to work.

Maintaining a healthy balance is stressful and it requires a lot of effort. An attempt at 45 minutes of Mindfulness meditation and prayer, 45 minutes of running, extra time for wholesome food preparation, 30 minutes twice a day for sitting on the patio with Francis, Ruby, and Capt. Chameleon, early to bed and early to rise, consume 8 glasses of water, go to work and give 110% effort, and it’s no wonder there isn’t enough time to complete my core strengthening exercises. That alone is discouraging because my understanding is that core strength helps with resilience and physical balance. What will happen if my core strength fades away? And so I begin to fret on how to fit more harmonious activity into the day. Can’t I just take a pill for this? Like a multi-vitamin is to disease prevention, isn’t there a pretty multi-balance capsule that erases the oxidative damage of rat-race living and fools us into thinking we are balanced? 6 months ago I didn’t fret over such things.   Without hyper fixating on how to create it, it simply evolved. My theory is that less is more and balanced living isn’t necessarily equal parts work and recreation.

The live-aboard cruising lifestyle when it is off the grid, small on space, and slim (emaciated) on spending, seamlessly forms mind, body, and spiritual balance. Want water? It’s easy. Just pull off the settee cushions and wood covering to access the water maker, go topside to hoist a 40 pound gasoline Geri-jug over to the Honda Generator, holding on tight so as not to drop it overboard, then lifting it gently, pour it slow and easy through a 2 inch hole, pausing frequently to peer down the hole and gauge how much more fuel before it overflows. Crank up the generator and water maker, and then pull out a good book to pass time. For the next 3 hours the rumble of the generator, the hum of the water maker, and the disheveled interior sole is salt water becoming 99.9% pure water; 60 gallons for drinking, bathing, cooking, and laundry.   Depending on how extravagant or conservative I am with this precious resource, we will repeat the process in 2 or 3 days.

As inconvenient as it may sound, managing and producing water aboard Seamore Pacific gave us a sense of accomplishment, tremendous gratitude, and respect for natural resources. And without a second thought, the physical work strengthened our body, the reading enriched our thoughts and minds, and the omnipotent power of the ocean made us silly with happiness. We sometimes needed to reach up and slap ourselves. How did we ever get here, living our nautical dream 6 months out of the year? Was it from looking into the eyes of Captain Morgen plastered on the label of his name sake rum, trying hard to imagine the days of rum running via an old wooden schooner? Was it from listening so closely to the melodic ballad about Caroline Street that I honestly could smell the shrimp, the bars, and the air? Or, did I believe that every boat in a marina stood for adventure, balance, and mystery?  More or less, I think it was all of these.

Maintaining balance: Captain Chameleon and I spent the weekend at Corona Del Mar (Puerto Penasco, Mexico) enjoying the wind, sun, and sea.






Good times


Beach huts and board



sail boat

Francis a.k.a. Neighborhood Watch Cat

Francis a.k.a. Neighborhood Watch Cat