Gary Hostetler & Tom Rhodes
After almost 3 years, over 7000 miles, 154 cases of beer (remember Kenny was with us for 3 months), 43 bottles of no-name brand scotch, gin and rum (at an average cost of $6 a bottle), 170 burritos, 212 tacos and 1 tube of sun screen we have reached the final destination of our journey from San Francisco to Annapolis.
From marinas where we relaxed drinking pina coladas on the beach (Peurto Vallarta), beers in the pool (Bahia del Sol) and idealic anchorages (Isla Providencia and Tenacatita), 12 ft swells off our beam (Mazatlan), 25 knot winds and 10 ft waves on our nose every 3 seconds forcing us to go 220 miles in the opposite direction (Florida Straits), falling out of our bunks due to wakes of tugs and cargo ships (Panama), winds that seemingly came out of no where threatening to blow out our sails (Point Conception and Bay of Papagayo), driving rain and 35 knot wind as we anchored at midnight (Bahia Banao), water pouring over the dodger and flooding the cockpit (Punta Mala) and an ocean as calm as a mill pond (Cabo to Peurto Vallarta and the Bay of Tihuantepec) we have experienced both ends of the spectrum of sailing. Whoever says that sailing is 99% boredom followed by 1% sheer terror might change their thought on those percentages if they had been with us in our adventures (our ratio has been closer to 50/50).
Along the way we have met so many interesting, helpful, resourceful, and outgoing people. The friendship, kindness and assistance of fellow cruisers have no equal. It has been an education to see how most of the people in Central America eke out a living yet do not complain about the hand life has dealt them and seemingly are happier than most. Whatever we expected when the journey began this has not been it - which is a good thing. For if life is always what you expect, how boring would that be. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE JOURNEY
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