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Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Pelican Island National Wildlife Refuge Florida

The road untraveled called.... we were Vero Beach bound to catch up with friends, and Pelican Island National Wildlife Refuge was a top rated hike in the area, awarded a Trip Advisor Certificate of Excellence. Also intriguing, Pelican Island National Wildlife Refuge was the very first National Wildlife Refuge, thanks to Theodore Roosevelt 116 years prior, as a place to protect egrets and other fancy feathered birds from plumage hunters.







The island trail mostly parallels mangroves, which you can sometimes peer though, though mostly their dense growth blocks as well as preserves the views of a thriving ecosystem.   
This section of Pelican Island trail gave a good view of the mangrove and the Indian River Lagoon beyond it.
The orange leaves stand in bright contrast to a near monochromatically green landscape.
The trails are more roads, broad and straight with some very gentle curves. Enthusiastic visitors reported seeing pelicans and a rich array of other bird life and even otters were sighted.  We, however, we not so lucky.


A welcome sunny array of flowers on a mostly gray day.
Boardwalk to Joe's Overlook, Pelican Island.
Problem is, Maritime Hammock, which we bypassed to check out Pelican Island spoiled us. 
Lush fern arches. Mangroves. Marshes. Alligators. Indian River Lagoon views. Meandering trails. All that and a bobcat less than 50 feet from us and a pair of tortoises loving it up in their burrow. Lucky timing and the general flora and fauna at Maritime Hammock set a high bar to beat.  Comparatively, Pelican Island was a little disappointing for us.
View from Joe's Overlook, Pelican Island National Wildlife Refuge.
Granted, we recognize some of what makes one page magical and anther a bit, well, meh, is luck-of-the-draw timing.

We spent a sunny afternoon at Maritime Hammock and it exceeded our wildest expectations.


Placid blue heron at Pelican Island. Notice the white tuft below the head on the neck?
We visited Pelican Island on a gray afternoon but with higher expectations. The day we visited the light was flat, though we were grateful we didn't get rained on. We saw a few cars, but passed no one on the trail. In the quiet, we heard glimmers on animals we did not see. We passed surprisingly serene herons who watched us pass without taking flight, and even spared us the usual grumpy heron croak. Cicadas serenaded us; their sound conjures up fond memories from our early Caribbean cruising days.


One of several of the same type snake we saw together at Pelican Island.
Closer view of the snake (via zoom lens), which was happy to hang back and did not threaten us at all.
Our hike's highlight was seeing seven slender small snakes all in one spot. Mating season, perhaps?  


Noticed these vibrant scarlet-magenta flowers were also prolific along Highway 1.
While there wasn't a great variety of trees and shrubs compared to other places we've hiked, we did see some unusual flowers, a fair amount of butterflies and dragonflies large and small.


More flowers to brighten the otherwise dull day...
These look like bee balm or monarda; grew similar flowers in my garden in the Pacific Northwest.
Next time we head toward Vero seeking to stretch our legs seeking new sights, we'll likely opt for two smaller spots, Round Island Beach Park, South of Pelican Island North of Vero,  and perhaps opening our wallets* to visit the highly rated McKee Botanical Gardens in Vero Beach.

*$12/person in the high season, $10/person in the low season. 


What will happen when this strangler fig succeeds in chocking out this palm?
We are grateful that Pelican Island exists, protecting the Indian River Lagoon, and paving the way for other protected areas in the region and across the country. And we appreciated our leisurely, 3-mile, hour and a half walk there, even if we didn't get all that lucky on the wildlife lottery.


Closer view of the fig's unhealthy embrace.
And the most welcome sight of all was our inspiration for the trip in the first place - seeing our cruising buddies, Ron and Dee, who we hadn't seen for five years. We got to know each other in Jacksonville Florida's Ortega Landing, and had the pleasure of cruising together in the Bahamas. They're still cruising (and were passing "our way" for new sails from Mack Sails of Stuart Florida), with no near-term plans to stop. 


Inspiring cruisers and all-around nice folks, Ron and Dee Claus... at Vero Municipal Marina dinghy dock.
We look forward to seeing where we'll meet again!




Friday, March 15, 2019

3-2-1 Blast-off! Space Coast Rocket Launch

Tom, our MeetUp kayak instigator is in the white shorts, gathering us troops before we pushed off. There were six of us.
"You haven't seen a launch yet?" my fellow Space Coast Paddling kayakers asked, incredulously. They accepted that since I moved here less than 6 months before, that maybe that was understandable.  Nonetheless, this area calls itself the Space Coast and its so integral in this regions identity that it even snagged the countdown 3-2-1 as the phone area code.

"Still, you're a virgin," quipped Tom, our kayak leader, hosting the "pop-up" trip tonight.

Indeed, I wanted to check that very "I've seen a Cape Canaveral Air Force Station launch" box and was there for that very reason. The last Delta IV rocket was due to launch tonight, sometime between 6:48 and 9:05 pm.

The skies were clear. The temps were pleasant, in the 70s. It was, however, windurfer-windy. The weather was definitely better for his purposes than ours that night, but hey, 2 outta 3 aint bad.

Me, waiting for the rocket launch. Thanks, Sheryl Williams for taking the photo.
Now it was just a question of whether the rocket would actually launch. It's far from a sure thing; cancellations are commonplace. 

Dave tapped a good  launch update website via his phone and kept us apprised. There were some issues, and delays.... The sun set. The night sky slipped in, Orion's 3-star belt easy to spot.  The wind and current steadily swept us closer to the rocket launch site, which was quite aways away from our kayak launch site.

Rocket in the background. My kayak, borrowed from West Marine, is in the foreground. Photos don't do it justice.
Finally, at 8:24 pm the rocket launched.  First the launch pad lit up like a roman candle. Then in all its fiery reverberating glory, the rocket was up. It seemed to hang, looming large for a moment, then became an orange speck.

Going, going, going (and soon it was gone). The last Delta IV rocket launch, from Cape Canaveral Air Force Station.
We got in a good workout fighting the wind and current the whole way back. Upon arrival, we stalled, giving our legs a moment to un-jelly. 

"That," declared my veteran rocket launch watchers, "was a good one."

I had no basis of comparison, but it was pretty damned cool to me!

in the darkness, we helped each other load up our kayaks, and went our separate ways -- until the next Space Coast Paddling Society MeetUp.

My first launch, and hopefully not my last.

Location Location
We launched off the end of Sea Ray Drive, Merritt Island, Florida.



Monday, March 11, 2019

More Weird Florida Wildlife

Armadillo.  Standing but not leaping. Photo credit:  https://vetmed.illinois.edu/pet_column/amazing-armadillo
First, there was the manatees.


Alligators came along for the ride.

And now...

Armadillos.  
Saw two armadillos playing at Turkey Creek Sanctuary, my favorite walk-around spot just a few miles from my home.  Then Wayne got to see one with me at Blue Springs Park.

and if you can't get enough of these goofy creatures, for more, check out this one, too

armadillo cartoon 

More coming...

Florida wildlife. It's definitely weird, but in a mostly wonderful way.

Location Location
Turkey Creek Sanctuary is in Palm Bay Florida. Blue Spring Park is near Orlando, in Orange Florida.


Monday, February 18, 2019

Belatedly Developing Dinghy Prowess


Typical crowded dinghy dock.  This one’s at Crown Bay Marina, West Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas.  Getting in and out meant climbing over a neighboring dinghy and hoisting myself up to 
a dock that was about level with the top of my head.


Embarrassing Confession.... 

I made it halfway around the world in a sailboat that usually required a dinghy to get to shore and was pretty much inept and doing so myself.  It was the equivalent of living in the boonies, owning a car and needing it for transportation for necessities, and not knowing how to drive.  Wayne, on the other hand, is a great dinghy driver. 

I felt like this when it came to dinghy outboard command.  Photo credit to Paul L Dineen.
Excuses Excuses
For a long time, I had a great excuse for avoiding dinghy driving -- actually, a series of excuses....

The dinghy that came with our sailboat went into the scrap heap (click here to read about that) sporting an unreliable 16-year-old Johnson dinghy motor.  Our replacement dinghy was leaky and still powered by the Johnson, which required way more than 3 pulls (click here to read about that) and IMHO Wayne's superior mechanical skill to run. 

When some kids playing on the beach St. Lucia launched our dinghy well into the bay, Wayne swam after it at his peril. I'm a much stronger swimmer and am far more adept at dragging myself into the dinghy from the water than Wayne. But we both knew I wouldn't be able to start the motor once there, and it was too far to row. Outboards come equipped with oars, but most inflatable dinghies row poorly, especially if there is only one rower.


Does this look like it would inspire confidence?
Fresh Start -- New Dinghy, New Outboard
Eventually, we replaced both our dinghy and its outboard motor with a new one (click here to read about that).  It took a while for us to trust and master our much smaller, 8’ dinghy and its wimpy 5-horse Yamaha motor.  If we had it to do over again, we determined the 5 horse was the worst of both worlds.... Still too small to plane with anything other than just one person and nothing else.  A smaller engine would've been far more tote-able and not really any slower.

With increasing reluctance, Wayne continued as our sole dinghy driver, which all too often meant chauffeuring me from our boat to where I wanted to go.  Sometimes I needed or wanted to do something ashore when he needed or wanted to be on the boat.  What if something happened and Wayne was unable to "drive"?


Out of Excuses
It was time and then some for me to buck up and captain my own pint-sized chariot.  That meant learning to start a motor with a gas lawnmover-like “pull” – also something I’d never done. Pathetic, huh?  I felt like such a loser, embarrassed, frustrated and stupid.  Miraculously, after several failed attempts, and more than a few fights, a justifiably exasperated Wayne successfully taught me enough that I was able to get it. Bit by bit, I gained competence and confidence.  Maybe a little too much of the latter.

Minor Setback One -- Mis-Managing the Backup Gas Tank
I ran out of gas in the middle of a full plane a couple hundred yards from our boat, so sudden it practically launched me.  The captain of a neighboring boat in St. Thomas’ Long Bay, rushed to the rescue and quickly towed me the short remaining distance to our boat.  I could’ve used our oars, but they’re pretty clumsy, and my neighbor was quicker and happy to play hero.  Of course, if I remembered Wayne’s instructions on how to switch to the backup gas tank, I would’ve been fine too.

My consolation?  My rescuer’s wife came along for the rescue ride.  “See honey?” she said to her husband.  “This was the year I finally said I would figure out how to drive the dinghy myself.  See what happens?”

“Naw,” I told her.  “I will not allow this mistake to happen a second time.  And I was only this casual about it because I know if I ran into trouble, help was readily available.”

She looked like she still planned to use my failure to buy herself more time. 

I empathised, even though I did mean what I said.  Still, I trusted my arms and legs more than motors and prefered to kayak whenever I could.  My arms and legs don’t run out of gas, and I don’t have to pull some scrawny cord “just right” to start, and I enjoy zen-like exercise kayaking provides.

I would even rather swim sometimes, but it’s just not practical, especially for grocery runs.  Nor was it wise to risk immersing my body in water in some of our nastier anchorages -- “Simpson cesspool” was one local’s disgustingly apt nickname for Simpson Lagoon, St. Martin.  Not to mention the sharks....

Wayne, one of many times working in Journey's engine.
Building Competence
When we got stuck over a month with engine trouble (click here to read about that), Wayne had his head up our motor A LOT.  That forced me to solo across Gregerie Channel’s gusty, choppy, wake-filled, mile-long expanse to Crown Bay Marina’s ridiculously overcrowded dinghy dock. By necessity and practice, my dinghy driving skills improved dramatically.

Minor Setback Two -- Lesson Re-learned
Nonetheless, I got a humbling reminder my confidence still surpassed my lack of basic knowledge. Untrue to my word, I did run out of gas a second time.  Once again it was just a few yards from my boat.  Gregerie Channel’s current rocketed through our anchorage.  Whilst I scratched my head, again trying to remember how to switch to the secondary fuel tank, a neighbor rescued me about 200 yards downcurrent.


Our Yamaha outboard had more lives than a cat. Machine or not, it was not, however, immortal.
Uh Oh -- How to Muck Up Your Outboard Motor
After we completed our first year of cruising we tucked into Jacksonville Florida for hurricane season, where we put our dinghy into storage as we didn't need it to get around from a marina dock.  

Unfortunately we learned some hard lessons on how not to store and fill your outboard motor. The result was a very temperamental outboard. Once again, it took Wayne's competence as a mechanic to run it, and even then it often required much cursing and repair to work. Our increasingly surly outboard and my flat refusal to drive it was a continuing bone of contention.

In a Pinch
Admittedly, I did manage to pilot my in-laws around in the Bahamas when they visited. Crossing a broad expanse of choppy water, when there were three of us who needed a ride, my significantly lighter weight than Wayne's made me the logical driver choice.  I like my in-laws, even if I didn't like driving. We weren't too much worse for the wear.

More Stuff Happens
Dinghies often live a tough life, cruising. As tides shift and waves unfurl, it's not unusual to misjudge where to park your dinghy, to your peril. Too far offshore can lead to some real dilemmas getting the dinghy back to the water if the tide drops too much.  Too close to the shore and a rising tide or rough water can result in dinghies getting trapped and bashed under docks, and swamped by waves. We learned that lesson more than once, though we have good company.  Regardless, a swamped motor is not a happy motor. And ours definitely got swamped.
One of many happy paddles aboard one of my cruising kayaks.
This was my West Marine Abaco sit-on-top in the Bahamas.
Alternative Transportation
While in Jacksonville, much to Wayne's dismay, I bought a kayak and insisted we find a way to make room for it. He was not happy that my kayak hogged up precious space on our side deck. Though turns out the kayak gave me an often excellent alternative to relying on Wayne for dinghy rides (or hitching rides from other cruisers).  So much so, that when my kayak went AWOL in Tonga, Wayne could hardly wait for me to replace it.  


All too common a scenario; Wayne repairing our ailing Yamaha outboard.
More Outboard Ugliness
When the time came to sell our boat in Australia and everything on it we weren't taking with us for camping and then later as commercial airline luggage, once again, I had to give up my kayak.  There were still many dinghy trips required to empty our boat of our possessions.  

After the third time in a week our outboard died in 100 degree temperatures a long ways from the dock and our boat, my temper got far hotter than the air temperature.  I considered offering to swim-tow our dinghy back, but was not too keen on entering the opaque anchorage waters with the bull sharks we knew were there.  I got so angry I threatened to divorce Wayne "if something wasn't done about our f---ing outboard motor!" Even though we were done cruising in less than two weeks, there were still many more dinghy trips required to complete emptying our boat.  

Wayne wasn't too happy about the situation and had rarely seen me that angy. He dutifully took our motor to a local outboard mechanic who declared it was "a piece of sh--" and that it was amazing it ran at all. Wayne patted himself on the back that he'd managed to make it run for so long, despite the mechanic's declaration. I felt gratified the professional assessment of the motor confirmed it wasn't remotely worth fixing.  In each of our own ways, we were satisfied with the prognosis.  
This little baby was our marriage-saver for our final week and a half aboard Journey.

small outboard dinghy motor
The tiny two-stroke outboard that could, used in our final days unloading Journey in Australia.
Brief, Tenuous Tiny Outboard Semi-Success
Wayne bought a 2-horse motor that got us by for our final week and a half. I drove it with a fair chunk of the time without too many issues, I had a little trouble with the pull, and in remembering how frequently a tiny gas tank needs topping off. Still, after such a long sordid history with outboards,  I didn't entirely trust it.   We sold the outboard to a cruising friend as backup motor for not much more than we paid for it. Everyone was happy.  

Done with Dinghies  - Or So I Thought
With our boat sold, the issue of dealing with outboards went away -- one aspect of cruising I would not miss.
Our current boat, trawler Serendipity with a different kind of dinghy and motor.
Back Aboard - More Outboard Avoidance
We found ourselves unexpectedly back aboard a boat -- this time as live-aboards instead of as cruisers. The trawler was a rather miraculous solution to Portland Oregon's hideously expensive rental market and a testament to some amazingly generous friends.  We spent most of our time docked in a marina, so there was no need to use the dinghy to get from the boat to shore.  When we were "on the hook" I either used my kayak to get to shore, or, once again, Wayne drove.  Embarrassingly, though the dinghy and its motor were in good working order, I never tried to drive it.  


Kai on deck. His safe transport was a very good reason to get my dinghy outboard skills in order.
Fast Forward - Unexpectedly Forced to Dinghy
We're now living in Florida, "dirt dwellers" (not live-aboards) for now. When I offered to kitty-sit for friends Don and MaryAnn who are live-aboards, I assumed they were docked at a marina, as we met when we both were docked at Ortega Landing in Jacksonville Florida.  

Nope. 

The enormously overpriced cost of docking at the marina pushed our friends to opt instead for a more affordable mooring ball.  That meant I had to dinghy from boat to shore and vice versa.  Part of the time the kitty-sitting I would live aboard, and part of the time the kitty, Kai, would be with Wayne and me in our apartment.  Wayne was relishing a staycation... me on the boat, and him, off work with our apartment all to himself, able to glory in caveman mode.


inflatable dinghy with Yamaha outboard 2-stroke motor
Kai's chariot; Don and MaryAnn's dinghy with a well cared for, easy-to-start outboard motor.
That meant not only did I need to get the hang of the dinghy, I needed to do so with precious "cargo" -- kitty Kai.  Ultimately I needed to solo dinghy with Kai for three trips. The distance from the dock to the boat loomed so very large to me, MaryAnn and Don's boat seemed lost in the distance of a huge mooring field of boats.

One of Wayne's favorite sayings is that "Everyone is born with a bag of experience and a bag of luck. The trick is to make sure your bag of experience fills up, before your bag of luck runs out."  

In this case, had a good grasp of both bags. 


Don and MaryAnn. Savvy cruisers, loving parents of kitty Kai and all-around great folks.
As luck would have it, Don and MaryAnn put a lot of effort into finding a good outboard, and maintaining it well.  Don is also an excellent teacher, clear, kind and patient. He and MaryAnn backed that up with a trusty set of articulate how-to index cards they put together, with one on running the outboard.

As for experience... I figured it was providence -- that this opportunity arose because I was destined to finally learn it was possible to become one with the dinghy. It was my own little "I am your density" "Back to the Future" moment.  I committed to cat-sit, adored Kai, and my friends Don and MaryAnn. I could do this. I would do this.


Don had me drive the dinghy a couple times with him, which included picking up Kai as the first part of his stay would be at our apartment. Still, as good as Don was, I had a lot on my mind and felt a bit like a kid whose driving learner's permit just got converted to a regular license without much practice or ever passing a driving test. If Don was worried, he hid it reasonably well. I attempted to project far more confidence than I felt.
My first trip solo trip driving the dinghy was bringing Kai back to the boat.  I was triply stressed.  It was my first solo run with the dinghy. I had an unhappy kitty in tow. And I was running late for a meeting with someone ashore that was best done after Kai was safely ensconced aboard MaryAnn and Don's boat.  It did not help that a distressed Kai meow-meow-meowed nearly nonstop the hour and and quarter drive out to the marina.

The boat was in neutral, the starter clip was on. The throttle slightly turned up, as was instructed,  I remembered to pull the outboard choke and quickly put it in, which was needed as the outboard had sat for days unstarted. Pull. Pull. Pull. No luck. More pull, pull, pull. No luck. 
Squeezing this bulb until it's stiff ensures there's gas making it all the way to the engine for starting.
I quickly accepted help from a passing cruiser.  "Squeeze the gas line bulb until it's stiff," suggested the cruiser. Still didn't work.

Eventually, he got the engine started. What he did differently, neither of us were quite sure.

I got to the boat without further issues (although Kai didn't cease meowing as he was transported bumpily into the dinghy), unloaded Kai, quickly got him situated and took off for my meeting.  I was so worried about restarting the boat, I left it running while I was aboard, though I did properly shut the boat down at the dock.

After my meeting ashore I returned to the dinghy with great trepidation.  Once again, I had trouble starting it and accepted help from yet another friendly cruiser. Much as I hated asking for help again, I know the cruising community is amazing. I trusted that in Don's absence, I could still get past my anxiety and learn what I needed to run the outboard.  
Remembering to attach the lanyard with the clip properly engaged is crucial to starting an outboard.
This time, after several more false starts, we traced the problem to the way I slid on the starter clip.  It was engaged over the protective electrical tape, when it needed to be a smidge lower, so it could make metal-to-metal contact. I realized that was likely the problem the last start time, too.
More outboard starting pointers -- when to use the choke, what an engaged kill switch looks like
and the neutral starting position for the choke.
Success At Last
From that point on, I was able to get the dinghy started first pull. And I got much more comfortable and competent driving the dinghy as well, ably picking my parking path into tightly packed dinghy docks and back to the boat.  

Don and MaryAnn's boat became easy for me to spot in the mooring field, which wasn't nearly as large as some we'd stayed in before. Nor was the boat as far away from shore as it initially seemed. I also was able to overcome my trepidation dinghy driving tn in wind and rain, as that rolled through during my stay.

I even gave a couple other cruisers a lift to their boats, and they didn't even appear uncomfortable with my driving!

Take-Away - No More Excuses
I profusely thanked Don for the opportunity to finally overcome my fear of outboard dinghy driving. He told me he and MaryAnn put in a considerable amount of effort into selecting and finding the particular motor they bought -- a 15 horse Yamaha 2-stroke, as it's known for being easier to pull-start. They make sure to maintain their outboard well, as 2-stroke outboards are no longer sold in the US.  "Do not buy a Honda," he advised.

Going forward, I commit to learning to run the outboard we have on our trawler's dinghy. If that proves too difficult, I plan to insist on following MaryAnn and Don's path - making sure that whatever outboard we have does not require mechanical skill to run.

That said, I still will opt to kayak from time to time, just for the joy of it.

And if you find yourself un-mechnically inclined, like me, take care in your choice of outboard selection, and consider bringing a backup.


Dinghy prowess. I've got this. You've got this. Be happy. (Photo from Pixabay)
Location Location
Don and MaryAnn's boat (where after nearly 7 years I finally "got" dinghy handling last week), is moored in Sunset Bay Marina, Stuart, Florida, Latitude 27.12.004N, Longitude 80.15.515W.  That's about 1 1/2 hour's drive from where we're currently living.






Monday, February 4, 2019

Maritime Hammock Sanctuary -- Local Gem

February in Florida... day temperatures in the 70s make for some great "winter" hiking.

Today we wandered off to Maritime Hammock Sanctuary, about a half hour drive from where we currently live in Palm Bay Florida.  


Sure wish I was quick enough to get a photo of the bobcat that blazed past us toward the tail end of our hike!  For both Wayne and me, it was only the second time in our lives we've seen a bobcat in the wild. We also saw alligator, an osprey with a fish in tow, and a couple tortoise having a good time.

To give you a sense for Maritime Hammock Sanctuary, enjoy this short video from our hike. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Total Lunar Eclipse -- Insights and Recollections

January 20, 2019; a total lunar eclipse. Did you see it? 

A super moon appears up to 14 percent larger and 30 percent brighter than usual 
because it’s at a point in its orbit at when it’s closest to Earth.  
Pre-eclipse moonrise, January 20, 2019, Palm Bay, Florida.

Here in Palm Bay Florida, this supermoon didn’t seem as boldly dramatic as some other full moons we viewed in the past (like this one over the Nullarbor, in the Australian Outback). Still, it was a lovely moon on a clear night.  We popped out about every 15 minutes to half an hour to take in the whole eclipse.


My intended spot to watch the eclipse. Instead the view outside our home worked out great for viewing
and much warmer on that cool eve.

It was a celestial lunar trifecta - a total eclipse of a supermoon, a wolf moon also loosely described as a blood moon

Image courtesy MaxPixel.freegreatpicture.com-Dog-Tree-Moon-Yelp-Night-Starry-Sky-Wolf-647528.jpg

When full moons occur in January,Native Americans and colonial Europeans called them wolf moons, as the winter's sparse food supplies drove the wolves to howl,  according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac,  

Total lunar eclipse: Earth's full (umbral) shadow falls on the moon. The moon won't completely disappear, but it will be cast in an eerie darkness that makes it easy to miss if you were not looking for the eclipse. Some sunlight passing through Earth's atmosphere is scattered and refracted, or bent, and refocused on the moon, giving it a dim glow even during totality. If you were standing on the moon, looking back at the sun, you'd see the black disk of Earth blocking the entire sun, but you'd also see a ring of reflected light glowing around the edges of Earth — that's the light that falls on the moon during a total lunar eclipse.  -- www.space.com/15689-lunar-eclipses.html (image downloaded from Pixabay)

I didn't take eclipse photos, trusting much better equipped and positioned photographers to do a much better job.

Journey on passage from New Zealand to Fiji... pre-moonrise.

We wondered
As we watched this magnificent lunar eclipse, January 20, 2019we wondered what it would've been like had we been cruising on one of our many overnight sailboat passages. 

Eclipses of yesteryear


The moon took on the color and lustre of a copper penny from our vantage point in Palm Bay, Florida
in the total lunar eclipse.  Photo credit: Pixabay.

There's a high likelihood like the Jamaican natives Christopher Columbus duped, we wouldn't have known it was coming. 

Columbus had an almanac which predicted a lunar eclipse on Feb. 29, 1504. He used the information to frighten natives on Jamaica into feeding him and his crew. He met the local chief, and told him the Christian god was angry with his people for no longer supplying food. Columbus said to expect a sign of God's displeasure three nights later, when he would make the full moon appear "inflamed with wrath." When the blood-red moon manifested, the natives were terrified, and quickly began resupplying the crew.

Christopher Columbus Illustratration from Grand voyages (1596) by Theodor de Bry (1528 - 1598) www.rawpizel.com/category/public_domain

Just before the total phase of the eclipse was about to end, Columbus said God had pardoned the natives and would bring the moon back. The crew was well fed until help arrived in November and Columbus and his men sailed back to Spain.

Unlike Columbus, eclipses are not something it would’ve occurred to us to track up front. We were often without internet access. When underway, we certainly wouldn't have found out about it most other ways found out -- from friends, tv, newspapers or radio.

Moonrises and night skies on overnight passages
We also found out we weren’t the only startled cruisers sure some gigantic cruise ship that neglected to register its presence on the AIS (automatic identification system) was bearing down on us, only to realize, sheepishly, that it was simply a moonrise.

Milky Way, image courtesy MaxPixel.freegreatpicture.com

Night watches on clear, calm nights struck us as magical. As spectacular as a full moon could be, painting a silvery path across the water, we sometimes resented its ability to shed so much light it stole our ability to fully appreciate the celestial star show.  Only the desert sky comes close to rivaling our view of that amazing blanket of stars known as the Milky Way. As we made our way across the seas the stars were our guide (though in truth we did rely far more on our GPS). We felt vulnerable and alone, yet at the same time connected in a flow of an earth and a universe some much greater than ourselves. It's an unforgettable experience, that touches you to your very core.

Beyond science, to spirituality 

Fort Drumm, Florida. Looking up for inspiration and direction on my path forward.
Whether land or sea, nature is where I turn to as I search for my own place in the world.

Currently, I am in the throes of just that. Today is my birthday, It's what I consider the start of my new year, a fresh page.


I am happy to bid 2018 and more behind. The last year and a half have been among my most difficult. 

I returned to a much changed and very divided country after five years of travel without a clear plan. I lost both my parents less than seven months apart from each other (more about that in a future post - the most recent loss was Dad, in mid-December). Wayne and I weathered challenges far more difficult than any storm we encountered at sea, still struggling with figuring out what "home" is for us. My personal writing muse is still in semi-hibernation.

Where will this new year lead? I believe it will be someplace better, and am taking steps to make it so. I trust in myself, the goodness of others (that includes you) and the cosmos. 

Despite the somewhat somber tone of this post, I am incredibly grateful for my friends, my colleagues and the time I was able to spend with my parents in their final years and days.




Wish me luck and success, as I do for you.  Be good to yourself. And get ready for the next celestial light show and whatever paths it may open for you....

If you missed this supermoon...
All three of the first full months of 2019 are supermoons. The next supermoon arrives on February 19, 2019 and then the next March 21, 2019.

Lunar eclipse diagram from AstromersWithoutBorders.org

Want to catch the next total lunar eclipse?
the next total lunar eclipse is not until the early hours of May 26, 2021. It's also only going to be red for 15 minutes, far less than the 62 minutes the 'Super Blood Wolf Moon' gave us.
On May 26, 2021, a total lunar eclipse will be visible from the western coasts of North America, from Australia, and from China. However, the 'blood moon' part of the event will last barely 15 minutes. That’s caused by the Moon only just creeping into the darkest part of the Earth’s shadow, the umbra. The Moon may remain fairly bright for the whole event, and perhaps not go as red as it often does. 

Another will occur on May 16, 2022, according to astronomers without borders.

Astrophotographer Yuri Beletsky captured the blood moon peeking through
some foliage during a break in the cloud-covered sky over Santiago, Chile. January 20, 2019