|"Egret" N4674 - Scott and Mary Flanders
Ed note: After a summer filled with cruising along the Mediterranean and conducting final preparations for their big voyage, Scott and Mary Flanders left September 16th, 2006 for the Canary Islands - the first stop in their great adventure taking them from Gibraltar to New Zealand by way of Cape Horn. After successfully traversing the Horn, the Flanders fell in love with the pristine cruising grounds of the "deep south" and decided to winter in Chile, thus postponing their arrival into New Zealand by a year, but they reached their goal destination in October 2008. Now plans call for exploring the lands of New Zealand and Australia. Here, the latest update from the Flanders as they keep us continually apprised of their journey with weekly log reports.
April 24, 2007
Position: Ushuaia Harbor, on anchor
Well, mi amigos, today there are no pictures. We don't want any
distractions from this very important message about the origins of Life,
The. This was prompted by a long e-mail from a Nordhavn cruising buddy
sparked by the first paragraph of the 4-19-07 VofE. I'll copy the first few
sentences below. After, I'll copy his e-mail in full but as importantly
we'll give you the inside story on how Egret came to be sitting in Ushuaia,
Harbor with a 50-50, happy, mom and pop team. These sage words are from two
long distance boats who are 'doing it', have crossed oceans and are planing
(4-19-07) Well, mi amigos, here we go again, back in Ushuaia. Ten more
days until MSIB (my sweetie is back). Groan. It truly does take a team of
two to properly run one of these little ships. I say a team, not two
individuals. We know and appreciate what each other does as their share of
keeping our little floating world perking happily. HOWEVER, when one of us
(like you know who) has to do it all, you REALLY appreciate the other's
Hello Lonely Scott,
You are a real trooper! When MSL (my sweetie leaves) I immediately revert to
MBD (my bachelor days) and none of the chores you mention get done. I really
don't notice the decay in the status of the boat until a few hours before
X is due back. Then I panic, scurry around and try and restore it to
before she left conditions, which never works. You get the picture... I
think things are OK, but she KNOWS.
I manage to stay on board because she is a great partner and forgives my
Which picks up on two of the main themes in VofE - 1. quit dreaming, cast
off the shore lines and go cruising and 2. the absolutely necessity for both
partners to work well together to successfully operate one of these small
I think the real reason more do not follow your call to leave the dock is
for lack of 'the' partner.
You and I, Mary and X know how critical the team is, but I believe this
vital ingredient is lost on the shore side dreamers who one day will "break
away" and sail off. They are not as fortunate as we and therefore are
condemned to the life of an armchair sailor.
So this is the way it is... excuse scenario one - never get going because of
job, family, money, kids in college, wrong boat, wrong gear, bad time of
year, car has a flat, spoon in the garbage disposal, cat just threw
up...whatever, on and on...
Real reason - no partner.
Worse yet, escalate to scenario two - some dreamers, deluded by their
enthusiasm convince their reluctant partner to buy, outfit the boat and
sail off, only to be forced to abandon their travels within a month or two
because of discovering they really did not have a committed partner.
This just happened to an acquaintance of mine, a poor soul who bought an
XYZ. He was ecstatic, finally being able to live his dream! After spending a
year and lots of $mullah$ preparing, they finally shoved off. He was
emailing me almost daily about all aspects of his cruise, the boat's
operation, what ports to visit, weather conditions, etc.
Then suddenly the emails stopped. I was baffled. About 2 weeks later I
learned the boat was for sale, that his wife didn't dig it. Then it all made
sense - no partner.
The VofE stories are upbeat and fascinating. I don't know how you would
continue to weave this 'partner criticality into them', but if the dreamers
don't get it they will waste a lot of time and money only to be sorely
disappointed. Maybe too much reality... but you KNOW and I KNOW and our
sweeties KNOW the way it is!
If this (50-50 partnership) looks a bit daunting, there is hope and a simple
solution. Very, very few boating couples start out 50-50 in the beginning.
You guys, don't think you are always the ones to instigate leaning toward
The Life. We met several women in the Med and one down here who were the
instigators. We'll tell our story but first a little math to put things
Picture yourselves belted into your race car, your mind is racing with
incalculable details waiting for those second most famous three words in
history...Start Your Engines!!!!!! These are seismic numbers calculated in
electricity racing around your brain delivering messages. About 2.3 - 2.6
on the Richter scale (or something like that). Untold generations before
your sweating body clothed in fireproof gloves, nomex clothes and helmeted
noggin received those three words your knuckle dragging ancestors heard
those three MOST famous words in history. In the beginning we may assume
the very first coherent, compete sentence ever uttered by Man was "Come here
baby, I've got something to show you". In due time the first complete
sentence ever uttered by Woman may have been "Honey, I'm pregnant". For
those of you who have been privileged enough to hear those words the first
time, you know with certainty this rates a 4.6 - 4.8 on the Richter scale.
Now, we'll put those figures to rest.
Think about this scenario. It's February 2000, at the Miami Boat Show. You
are standing with your sweetie in the salon of a Nordhavn on display. You
reach in your pocket and hand Jim Leishman from PAE a deposit check for your
new, white fiberglass home. At the same time you turn to your sweetie and
announce: I (not we) made the decision to sell our houses, boats, tings and
we are going to take our new home to Cape Horn. We're taking about a 10 on
the Richter. We're talking about an asteroid rattling around your sweetie's
brain trying to comprehend what she just heard. We're talking about the
ELLE synopsis. (Extinction of Life Level Event - yours) Think about it.
Ain't gonna happen mi amigos.
There are three things certain in life: A cat will always land on its feet,
you're gonna pay taxes, women are smart. Real smart. Particularly a life's
partner for many years. They KNOW you. To give you the bottom line, this
is what we did. We started accumulating sailboat magazines in 1994. We had
no interest in sailing, however, sailboats went to some really great places.
Time marched on. In 1997 or so we stumbled across Passagemaker Magazine.
Here were stories about a long skinny aluminum boat pictured 600 miles off
Acapulco, hmmmm. Then came the stories about Mad Dog and Hijinx and their
trawler in the Sea of Cortez, the adventures of the Caunceys crossing the
ocean in their home-built, wood/epoxy powerboat, etc. This lit the fires.
Mary started reading some of the magazines without much comment...but, she's
REAL smart. We started boating quite a lot together in our little shallow
water boat. Obviously the story goes on and on but again, the bottom line
is she was included and here we are. SHE WAS INCLUDED!!!! Education was
the key. Her fears went away after reading stories of quite normal people
enjoying themselves here and there.
In February, 2000, we did just what we said above during the Miami Boat
Show. Those were exciting days filled with anticipation and probably a few
doubts. Here we and our friends above are...living The Life.
If we may humbly suggest, have your other half read this VofE. Invite them
to look at the pictures section (there are new pictures posted if you
haven't seen them). Perhaps take their time and read a few VofE postings,
Forum postings, and the rest. Yaneverno what might happen. We hope you
both win and join us all enjoying The Life. Ciao
April 22, 2007
Position: Ushuaia, Argentina harbor on anchor
Well, mi amigos, did we step in it the other day or what? We invited our
sailboat buddies to see a picture of their boat on 4-16 VofE and of course
they read the text. Wellllll, Mallard is a 43 Westsail, not a 42. This
took some time for the explanation which then launched into the over
simplification statement of the two different types of sailboat bottoms we
suggested. After some time on this we then got to the "living in a cave"
deal. After this discourse I invited them to dinner and all was well. When
today we offered a copy of Voyaging Under Power to read they declined. Oh
well, I guess they will always stand in the freezing rain under way and try
to dry off in the cave. We'll just have to be content being comfortable and
not one with nature.
Oh, by the way. Our feathered friends are a kingfisher that helped with a
past VofE and a meadowlark from Harberton Estancia.
Yesterday all the liveaboards in the anchorage were boat bound in the wind
and cold rain/snow/hail/rain, etc. So we puttered around our little
floating home cleanin n' putsin' n' eatin to much but was careful not to be
overserved like a couple days after my sweetie left. Geeze. Bad day at
Black Rock the next day.
Today, however, was a good day. We have had a persistent niggly oil leak
into the bilge. Three different times we seriously went after the leak but
were distracted by two different issues. One was a minor diesel leak from a
failed return line on the %^*@#(&%^ wing and the other was the sooty water
drained from the #@&%*(%$^ wing muffler when trying to get it started. The
soot accumulated in the pan below the engine when the main engine heat
evaporated the water. When a distilled water bottle stored under the main
leaked it floated the soot up and into the bilge through a limber hole in
the main engine pan. Ha...thought I had it. Wrong, again.
When running down a leak like this we revert to Sir Issac and his gravity
deal. Gravity never fails. Soooo, we look at all the entrances into the
bilge for the telltale oil trail. There are only a few sources for dirty
oil. Main, gen, $#%^&$$^* wing and the oil change pump and its fittings.
Every possible avenue for oil was checked and rechecked. All possibilities
were spotless. HOWEVER, there was another possibility. In Mar del Plata,
Arg. we bought enough Shell Rimula (Rotella T in the States) engine oil to
last to New Zealand. (Yes, we are picky about our oil.) We always keep a 5
Gal (20 liter) empty pail in rotation for emptying the main. We had no
storage room in the lazarette with the fresh oil so we put the 20 liter
pail, (yes, with a gallon or so of dirty oil) in the anchor locker. In
Barcelona, Spain we drilled the high fiddles on each side of the anchor
locker shelves with a spade bitt and put in 10" or so hardwood pegs to hang
spare anchor snubbers, lines, etc. We hung the 20 liter pail on two of
those. TWICE I felt all around the pail to see if it had a leak. Both
times the pail was clean with no trace of oil. Today I removed the pail to
REALLY check and found oil everywhere (the pail was still clean). From
Brazil to Ushuaia we had five major bounces. That oil was splattered
everywhere on the walls of the anchor locker coming from the cap that was
screwed in. That says something for THAT trip. Three, 3-gallon pails of
scalding water with a bottle of detergent in each took care of the job.
That was flushed from the bow to the bilge. Three additional pails were
poured directly into the bilge. All the while we had bilge diapers floating
in the water soaking up the oil. Now, all is well and our bilge is shiny
gray again. Egret's kind of bilge.
Tomorrow we go after the #@$@%&*%&* wing...again. We'll letchano. Ciao.
April 19, 2007
Position: Ushuaia harbor, Argentina (on anchor)
Well, mi amigos, here we go again, back in Ushuaia. Ten more days until
MSIB (my sweetie is back). Groan. It truly does take a team of two to
properly run one of these little ships. I say a team, not two individuals.
We know and appreciate what each other does as their share of keeping our
little floating world perking happily. HOWEVER, when one of us (like you
know who) has to do it all, you REALLY appreciate the other's efforts. As I
type this drivel with dish pan hands, the dryer is drying the just washed
clothes, two days in a row. Yes, the dishes ARE done and the bed is made.
The head is clean, salon in order except for Mallard's loaned DVDs on the
salon table we are working through, BUT...the dusting is way behind. So,
after typing this VofE, folding clothes, etc., we will dust. Groan, again.
Then, back to the grocery store pulling the Barcelona cart for another load.
Enough whining, you get the picture.
After a week away, my Canadian cruising partner was getting itchy to get
back to his boat. This was after great hiking, lunches at Estancia
Harberton and interesting conversations with the owners. They even offered
for their cook to prepare lunch for just us after closing to the public on
April 15th. I completely and totally understand his wanting to get back.
We all mother after our floating homes and worry when we are away. So, back
We left Bahia Cambarceras with the snow gone from the tree line down in a
slight easterly breeze. We had a wonderful ride back with calm water and
lotsa flying critters to keep us company along with groups of fur seals
along the way feeding or lying on their backs with their flippers in the
air. Within a short distance from Bahia Cambaceras the snow was down to the
water. It was the first time either of us had seen the precursor to what
winter is going to be here in the deep south. Absolutely beautiful. We
arrived late afternoon in Ushuaia to a cloudless and windless sky. It was
cool but with no wind it felt nearly balmy. You'll have to humor us here.
Understand we are from Florida and this is all new. Picture number one was
taken a couple of months ago representing what Ushuaia looks like during the
summer with occasional dusting of light snow, gone in a day. Picture number
two was taken yesterday after most of the snow in town was gone. I can't
wait to get into the Chilean Canals when Mary gets back. It will be
beautiful beyond beautiful. Wait until you see THOSE pictures.
Doug Harlow, Nordhavn's web guru, has done an outstanding job with timely
VofE postings, various other features along with Google Earth. I am still
amazed when every so often we check the Google Earth display of Egret's
anchorages. The last two of Bahia del Relegada and Bahia Cambaceras are
amazing. Both times the green arrow was pointing to nearly exactly where
Egret was anchored. Now, with those overheads you are able to picture the
E-W road running along the top of the bays and the inland areas and
peninsulas where we hike (paralleling the E/W Canal Beagle). Wild!!!!
April 16, 2007
Position: S54 52.35 W67 17.50 Bahia Cambaceras, Tierra del Fuego, Arg pp 603 Patagonia & Tierra del Fuego Nautical Guide
Well, mi amigos, it's another beautiful day in The Life. (Remember, this is
the Cruising Life, not our lives) Early this morning before breakfast there
was a fox on patrol along the beach. Along the same shore were two kinds of
ducks, a few gulls, and a heron. At this very moment there is a kingfisher
sitting on the bow rail helping with this VofE. Off the starboard side
there is a small fur seal fishing. There is not a ripple in the water.
Since the snow the other day the leaves have accelerated in their change of
colors. Beautiful. Whoops, now a trio of upland geese have landed on the
shore directly in front of the bow. Since we have killed the pot of coffee
my Canadian cruising buddy aboard for the past few days (while my sweetie is
in the States), has just arrived with a cuppa tea. Ho hum.
Last night we watched a borrowed movie, Kill Bill. This has to be an
American degenerative classic for all times. Is this what we Yanks have
reduced ourselves to???? Kills per minute? Enough of that. We'll stick
with with simple entertainment of the above paragraph. (This paragraph is a
second commercial for The Life if you didn't read between the lines)
Photo number one is a picture of Mallard, a 1976 aft cockpit Westsail 42.
The owners are Americans from Georgia enjoying The Life as well. They came
down to this part of the world from the Galapagos. We were both anchored
together in Bahia Relegada the past few days. We hiked in the morning
(photo two) then went to Estancia Harberton for lunch. Lottsa fun. Later
we were invited to Mallard for dinner. As the evening progressed and vino
flowed the chatter between our Canuck friend (ultralight racing sailboat)
and the Mallards (heavy, slow with a bottom similar to Egret) got somewhat
amusing. As the barbs were hurled after time the Canuck hit the wall. He
simply didn't believe that Mallard didn't pound to weather (sailing upwind
and into the waves). (Egret has NEVER pounded.)
Most long term enthusiasts of long distance boating, whether power or sail,
know the pluses and minuses of different designs. None are wrong, just
different. In power boats you have flat bottom, relative light weight boats
being driven by huge horsepower for speed on day trips. The second group
are semi-displacement powerboats with somewhat less horsepower, with less
speed, for coastal cruising. The third group are full displacement, low
horsepower long distance boats with greatly reduced speed. The BIG
difference is this last group of boats are comfortable AND can go wherever
Sailboats today have essentially (greatly simplified) two groups. Canoe
(shallow) bottom, fin keel, spade rudder, lightweight and fast. The
opposite are heavy, slow and COMFORTABLE. For a few extra knots the canoe
bottom boats are fun to sail in the right conditions but in other conditions
they are head bangers. The heavy, fat, full keel boats are always slow but
as comfortable as a sailboat can be. In both you are still living in The
As usual the arguments ended in a classic draw because both consciously
chose what makes them happy which is alway the bottom line. We had to throw
in our two centavos worth defending 'heavy and slow' to support our decision
to buy Egret. (Si, si, we would like to have 2 more knots as well but not
at the price of comfort) It was a fun evening.
Along those lines a friend, not to be named but who is leading the Med Bound
2007 group, sent an e-mail to Egret and Tothill, another cruising buddy
currently in Panama, asking our opinions about cameras. Tothill and Egret
were exactly on the same page but Med Bound also solicited the opinion of
another cruiser who chose a different quality brand. We don't know what MB
will buy but it doesn't matter. Bottom line is MB will end up with a good
camera and will have super photos of their Med experience so Tothill and
Egret have done their job of gently nudging their mutual buddy into a
quality camera taking them from snapshots to photographs.
Not to get off the subject, this presented another occasion to enjoy
cruisers' pastime of barb hurling. Since our olympic years are long gone we
are reduced to hurling the only things we ca...friendly barbs. In our
e-mails back and forth discussing MB's camera issues we managed to accuse
Tothill of "taking pictures of malaria infested critters". His reply is
Scott, I will send you some samples of our "malaria infested critters" here
to your land based e-mail address. I hope it stops snowing there long
enough for you to put on your snow shoes and slog your way to an Internet
cafe to check your mail. By the way, I still have a bunch of Eddie Bauer
cold winter gear that I bought in Chicago which I could send you in case the
fuel for your diesel heater turns to jello, or you get stranded in your
dinghy in a whiteout.
Well, gotta go. It's time to take another malaria pill and apply more bug
Its all about fun mi amigos. This is The Life. We will copy our buddy on
this VofE as well. Their reply may take a while since the sweat running
down their fingers well may damage their keyboard. Ciao.
April 11, 2007
Postion: S54 52.32 W67 20.60 Bahia del Relegada, Argentina
Well, mi amigos, sun 'n' snow. The first photo is fur seals playing on the
surface on the way from Ushuaia to Bahia del Relegada on the Canal Beagle.
We have been seeing fur seals laying on their backs with their noses and
flippers out of the water just floating along our last several trips. The
second picture was taken today, one hour ago. (Wed) Egret's first heavy
Mary left last Thursday for Ft. Lauderdale. She has been racing around
picking up boat goodies, visiting Scott Jr, friends, tax man, doctor appts.,
etc. With the very poor 'on time' record of the Argentine airlines, she
opted to leave a day early spending the night in Buenos Aires. We have been
apart very little in our 38 years together, this time being the longest.
Miss her already.
I have been having dinners with boat buddies in the evenings, early these
days (dark at 7:30), and doing boat chores during the day. I have even been
leaving tools laying all over the place with the floorboards up. Ha, take
that sweetie. All is put away now, even after loosing the last of many
rounds with the #@%^&*$(^ wing engine. We're close to a bonfire or at least
part of a mooring. Grrrrr.
Sunday night most of the liveaboards (mooring folks, anchor folks AND the
dockies) were up most of the night on anchor watch. We had winds to 55
knots. Yours truly slept (sort of) in the pilothouse dressed, including
boots, with his blankie. Egret sailed around on her anchor chain but never
drug an inch. (Thank you, TK) One dinghy was ripped from a sailboat and
ruined ashore on the rocks, another flipped. The weather side dockies got
their usual fender popping abuse.
Not wanting to get dock rot, Egret left Ushuaia yesterday (Tues), with a
Canadian single handing sailboater. His 50' rocket (racing) sailboat is
snugly swinging on her mooring. We had a nice ride down east in a bit of
following wind riding the tide the whole way. We averaged about 4 mpg
turning 1350 rpm. After arrival we dropped the little rubber dink and
headed to Estancia Harberton for a spot of tea and their great chocolate
cake. Again we met with the owner and his wife and had a great get
together. Today we went back with pictures I had promised. We were invited
into their house for lunch and great conversations. I wish Mary could have
been there. We'll visit back during the winter and rekindle the friendship.
She loaned us an out-of-print English version copy of Uddermost Part Of The
World by E. Lucas Bridges published in 1948. He was the present Harberton
owner's grandfather. Reading this book will take a bit of time but we will
return it before we leave.
We walked to Harberton in a light snowfall that turned into a heavy snowfall
by the time we left. As you can see from the second photo we got a bit of
snow in the four hours or so we were gone. We have turned up the heater for
its first real test. If that is not hot enough perhaps we can cut up the
wing and burn it in a sandbox on the salon floor. Ciao
April 3, 2007
Position: Ushuaia, Arg. harbor.....on anchor
Well, mi amigos, we promised steamer ducks and you got steamer ducks. We
have tried since we have gotten here in the deep south and run across a few
steamers to get pictures. The other day in the Beagle we stumbled across
this normally elusive but apparently LD threesome. They tried to play
chicken with our 30+ ton little white fiberglass ship. After looking at
each other with BIG eyes in the end they finally split leaving the wakes you
see. These are flightless ducks. For normal cruising they paddle with
their feet. When in a dither they use their wings like an old sidewheeler,
or steamer, to help propel them out of harms way. Their top speed is 12
knots. We have tried in the past to run them down for pictures, but no way,
baby. In the late 1800s when all merchant nationalities' ships were
stripping the deep south of penguins, fur seals and whales (until the 1930s)
the steamers got a break. Penguins were killed by the thousands for food.
(In one of the Patrick O'Brien/Aubry books they took on three thousand in
one landing) This was not because the steamers were so elusive but because
you simply couldn't eat them. With their huge developed breasts you would
think they would be first on everyone's list but in reading an 1800s
account, in 1800s proper English, the bottom line was you couldn't eat
steamers...even disguising "thee flavour with garlic".
For the past three months we have been singing the praises of the local
specialty 'all you can eat Fuegian lamb' roasted over a wood fire. Well,
here you have it. Fuegian lamb, steak, two kinds of sausages and pollo
(poo-yo, chicken). This, and a salad bar to die for is 32 pesos.
(3.07Pesos/$). About 10 bucks US. Egret's kind of deal. After Egret's
return from our trek east we hit the Reuda Restaurant, our favorite, for the
above. Urp. The only problem is Fuegian lamb goes through us like a goose
so the meal and after have to be planned.
This afternoon in the grocery store we ran into our French family friends
from Mar del Plata, Caeta Hornos, etc. They will be wintering here as well.
We yupped it up for a while sharing information of places we have visited
and will visit down here, etc. They just returned from a month in the
Chilean Canals and will return in a week or so. Mary leaves for the States
on Thur. When Mary returns we will hit the Canals as well. Down here we
play the 90 day game as do all non-locals. Every 90 days max you can be in
Argentina or Chile at a time so we will bounce between each other for the
next year. It's going to be another great year. Ho hum.
In the ongoing wing engine saga we have determined the reason that the
@$#%*& wing engine won't run is it can't breathe (clogged exhaust elbow).
This was after a call to Mark Malo at Complete Yacht Service in Ft.
Lauderdale (firstname.lastname@example.org), a great parts and service center. The elbow
had scale rust. After a bit of chipping & so forth it would pass water
well, so theoretically it would pass exhaust gas. Trying to do it right we
removed the casting from the exhaust manifold that included that casting,
the elbow and the connecting nipple with a hex in the middle. Of course the
nipple was rusted. After soaking the assembly in Corrosion Block overnight
we took the three-piece assembly to the shop's big vice at the Yacht Club
along with our pipe wrench and a 3lb hammer. One thread of the nipple is
right hand thread (to the exhaust casting) and the other is left hand thread
(to the elbow). We have a spare nipple in spares so we figured we'll just
remove the nipple and clean the elbow, etc. Welllll, the nipple was rusted
and sheared off. Now the whole mess is in Danny's care, (the YC's
do-everything man) to take it to a local machine shop with 2" IPS taps and a
torch to remove the rusted/sheared nipple piece. (For our UK friends
reading this, a torch is a hot wrench, not a flashlight.) When the pieces
are returned and reassembled if the wing doesn't play you'll be able to see
the glow in the night sky from North America.
So there you have it. Another few days in The Life. (The Life is an
Egretism for the long distance cruising life, not our lives.) Ciao.
April 1, 2007
Position: Ushuaia harbor on anchor
Well, mi amigos, Egret is back in town after her brief hiatus cruising the
southern shore of Tierra del Fuego. We spent the past two nights in
Harberton anchored off the estancia. We hiked about a bazillion miles,
found a new wind tell, photo one, and worked on nap chores, photo two. The
new wind tell actually swivels to the wind if the wind is strong enough. It
makes Egret look like a viking ship or perhaps a horny ship. Who knows??
Mary succumbed to nap chores while we were off chasing a pair of woodpeckers
trying to get a good picture. We took over 50 shots of those elusive devils
and came up with three acceptable pictures. This is to add to some great
cormorant photos and today's overhead shots from the flybridge of steamer
ducks. We'll include the steamers and their description on the next VofE.
We spent the entire trip back to Ushuaia in the flybridge. What a beautiful
day. It was sunny, warm and no wind. There were young sea lions jumping
and playing along the way. Birds of all types and penguins were everywhere
along the route. We have made the trip enough times now we don't bother
with using the electronic charts. We have them running in the pilothouse
'just in case' but never had to look at them. If there were more days like
today and this place was easy to get to it would look like Georgetown,
Cayman Islands in the winter. There are enough great days we decided not to
leave this month cruising to New Zealand as we initially planned but will
spend the winter/spring/summer in the close by area. Next summer we leave
for New Zealand. The deep south will never become an over crowded cruising
area simply because it is so large and secondly it is difficult to get to.
For a long distance powerboat it isn't that difficult IF you come down the
west coast of South America. The ideal is to depart from the Galapagos or
Ecuador, stay west of the Humboldt Current then make a hard left into
mainland Chile. From there it is relatively east to come down the Chilean
Canals to Ushuaia. We are trying to get NAR buddies to make that trip now
and join us here next spring & summer.
On a personal note, five years ago today was the first day of our
retirement. At times it seems so long ago and again it seems like
yesterday. We left Ft Lauderdale on April 3, 2002 for the Chesapeake. We
have traveled so far, seen so much and had so many unforgettable experiences
we couldn't possibly be able to describe this change to our previous lives.
There was a lot of adventure in our previous lives however it was enjoyed by
bits and pieces not the continuous treats we enjoy today. Had we have
stayed Monday morning quarterbacking the past five years, we would have
probably doubled our net worth by real estate appreciation, etc. We
wouldn't trade the past five years for ten times that. It's just money,
nothing more. We are no longer in the summer of our lives (we retired at
57/52). Sad but true. Every year from now on really counts. You get the
We are planning a LOT more Egret miles in the future. There are a lot being
planned beyond New Zealand. We enjoy sharing our musings on VofE. It is
our little contribution to help others with information and inspiration
trying to fill the gaps you can't get out of magazine articles alone. What
will the next five years bring? We don't know but we promise it will be fun
and you'll be along until its YOUR turn.