January 2017 – We anchored just south of Fajardo in the small shelter of Isla Pineros. We spent a really rolly night waiting for our appointment with the travel lift at Puerto del Rey Marina. We were certainly ready to leave once it was time.
We headed out early to make the three short miles to the marina. There was “mucho viento” (lots of wind) and some pretty sporty waves, but we had an appointment to keep. Of course, as we turned the corner at the seawall of the marina, the waves went quiet. Alan still had a lot of wind to contend with, but he did an admirable job driving the boat into the travel lift. Once we were off the boat, we had a talk with the operator about our concerns with the travel lift, and together we decided we should be in the larger one. (Not sure why we were worried about the travel lift? Read about our dismasting here.) So, back on board, out of the lift and into the one next to it. Still blowing like crazy. Once again, no problem.Read more
The weather started getting rough. The tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew…
Writing about a tragedy is hard so I have been putting it off. Then I finally figured out that the story might not even qualify as a tragedy. Sure, our boat was damaged. Yes, our plans were delayed. We even cried when it happened. But nobody got hurt and we were in the beautiful Florida Keys for a few months…I am thankful to still be on the journey of a lifetime!
When looking for our floating home, we had a few requirements beyond priority one, which was, of course, sailing capability! For example: Alan could not bear the thought of having to duck under doorways or in passages, so full headroom throughout was mandatory. I could not imagine one of us having to climb over the other to get in and out of bed, so a centerline berth was required. Alan wanted larger, I wanted small enough for us to handle alone. 42′ was a compromise, and the Endeavour 42 is particularly well laid out, having the feeling of being a larger space than it is. We also wanted a center cockpit design. And we plan to spend long periods off the grid, so solar and wind power were important.
After searching the Texas Gulf Coast (we first got on an E42 there.) We searched the internet. We went to Windsor, Canada to look at one. We went to California. We made a road trip of the entire coast of Florida. After getting on and off dozens and dozens of boats, we had decided the E42 was most likely “it”, and we made an offer on one. To our chagrin, that offer wasn’t accepted. But, as always, there was a reason for that, because Consort came up for sale on our way home. There was just one catch: she lay in Guatemala.Read more