Category 12 Galapagos

A Good Friday

(Puerto Ayora, Santa Cruz, Galapagos) We met Todd, James, Brittany and their friend Ryan aboard Eventide a couple of days ago when they grabbed a mooring ball right beside us in the Isabela anchorage. They were young, and had a Lagoon, so it was mere seconds before Greg was chatting them up. The Denver natives […]

And then…

(Puerto Villamil, Isla Isabela, Galapagos) I hate to read a traveller’s account carrying on in an and then, and then bragging fashion, but there’s really no better way to wrap up todays happenings. First thing in the morning we set out, surfboards in hand, to ride some Galapagonian waves. Clean waves they were not, although […]

Sir Waddleton I and Friends

(Puerto Villamil, Isla Isabela, Galapagos) I firmly believe anyone coming to the Galapagos comes with a distinct purpose in mind. Greg’s, no doubt, was surf. Mine, mine was penguins. More specifically to carry out a plan my sister-in-law Tasha and I previously hatched; to locate, amiably apprehend, and begin the rest of my life with […]

Back on Island Time

(Puerto Villamil, Isla Isabela, Galapagos) Here we are, we’re in the Galapagos! We actually arrived yesterday (Day 10 – underway, 50 nautical miles), but through all the excitement of seeing my first penguin and essentially tripping over the plethora of local sea lions, there was little time for pictures. As with any arrival in a […]

Day 9 – Welcome Wagons

(Underway, 85 Nautical Miles) No one, least of all me, is surprised how I woke up this morning. It was to Greg whispering softly in my ear … about fish.  This is my life. This morning’s sealife serenade was a little different though. Greg was whispering down through our hatch, we were drifting around on the […]

Day 8 – An Equator Corrobberee

(Underway, 55 Nautical Miles) Introducing the world’s four newest Shellbacks! The story goes that sailors who have not crossed the equator are affectionately referred to as Polliwogs. A goofy, somewhat demeaning name defined literally as tadpoles. It is not until a sailor has crossed – read sailed – over the unseeable, yet measurable bisecting line […]

Day 7 – If the Shoe Fits

(Underway, 90 Nautical Miles) Is it Day #7 out here already? Sheesh. Time flies when you’re having fun! I know these posts are becoming littered with perky cliches, as they say though, if the shoe fits! When we started out on this crossing we knew the average time it took to cover the miles. We also […]

Day 6 – Wandering Minds and Floating Nights

(Underway, 125 Nautical Miles) Can someone send me an Apple Crisp recipe? This was the thought I went to bed with last night. It’s funny the things that wander through your mind when out to sea. Don’t let my pondering make it seem like I’m not serious. If someone could have gotten me a recipe […]

Day 5 – Rolls-Royce Sailing

(Underway, 130 Nautical Miles) Following our two-hour drift last night it was full sail back up at 4 am and we were off! The wind steadily grew all morning and by the afternoon we had a liberating 10-12 knots of breeze blowing over our beam. A preferred point of sail for Oceanna, one she reacted to in […]

Day 4 – A Sad Catch and A Virginal Drift

(Underway, 120 Nautical Miles) Well we finally caught a fish. If you could call it that. It was the saddest fish in every sense of the experience. First of all, it was the tiniest little puffer fish you ever did see. And secondly, it didn’t even bite the hook so much as the hook bit […]