It’s been a busy week with diving, visiting, boat projects, and everything that goes with living on a boat… now it’s time for some serious prep mode for crossing to Mazatlan: waiting for a weather window before we make the 2-night crossing, trying to apply 10 coats of varnish to all exterior wood surfaces (Jon — not me!!!), working to install our autopilot (we got the windvane working a few weeks back, but truthfully have hand-steered nearly all of our sailing) and searching to seal up all our leaks (what leaks on the boat? try every stanchion, a couple of the chainplates, and a few suspect areas in the toe rail… damn boats).
As we add projects to the list we get to cross a few off too — our newly installed cheap-o Jabsco toilet is the greatest thing since sliced bread, our 6v golf-cart batteries are happily pumping along (pumping?? is that what batteries do??), and Jon’s spent the last week sanding all the old varnish bits off the exterior teak…
I have to say, working, playing and living in La Paz makes it pretty easy to see how cruisers might get a little stuck here; it’s beautiful every day, there are 15 marine stores in town (with decent prices) and the tacos are 10 pesos ($0.80). But more on those tacos later 🙂
We’re back in the land of internet (something I will confess to be quite excited about — I don’t realise how hooked I am until I’m without it for a week, especially this last week: hiding out from the strong Norther that was blowing through, often cooped up in the boat, trying to come up with a creative recipe that involves flour, water, 2 potatoes, and a can of peaches).
Today we arrived in La Paz, which is where we will be for the next few days. My girlfriend is flying in on Friday (bringing Peanut Butter and Chocolate Chips with her — something we’re quite excited about!), and we have a few boat chores to try to accomplish (new toilet, some tie down straps for the jerry cans, some canvas pockets for our bookcases, etc etc).
But nevermind all that… let’s just get to the good stuff 🙂
You know the funniest part of being in La Paz? 12 years ago, half my life ago in fact, I was in this exact same spot… but on a different boat, with different people and different priorities. When I’m trying to make a big life decision I think “What would 12-year old Leah say about this?” (because 12-year old Leah had life completely figured out)… and I have to say, I think if 12-year old Leah had looked in to the future and seen this happy little moment… she’d have approved, and, I hope, maybe even been a teensy bit impressed.