Sula is sealed up tight, with all gear stowed below, sails removed, and tin foil over the portlights so as to keep out the harsh Sonoran sun. She is beached alongide row after row of similar cruising boats with shreaded sails and tarps flapping in the wind. One only hears the constant thonk of haliyards slapping against hollow masts. The San Carlos dry storage yard is where west coast cruising dreams go to die. Its also the best place to buy a crusing boat. The prices reflect the fact that the trip back to america exacts a harsh toll, and that these are boats whose crew, for whatever reason, have soured on the dream of voyaging. I hope that in October I can return to San Carlos and finish a few more projects while Sula is hauled out before turning south along the mexican coast and then the next big jump. The South Pacific or Central America? I'm not quite sure yet, but its going to be a big step and one I have to wrap my head around soon.
Seattle is calm. A weak sun emerges a few times a day, but its barely strong enough be felt at all. I have gone totally terrestrial. I bought a junky off road motorcycle, a new bicycle, and I've gone on two internet dates. The carburator of the junky dirt bike is what keeps me up at night now. In a few days I'll be packing up all my tools and heading east for a few weeks of farming. The vines need to be pruned and trained soon before they start growing too much. My dream is to try not to drink too much wine and explore the back roads of eastern WA.