Nov. 19, 2018

Looking Longingly at the Horizon

Fulton Harbor, Texas

It is almost Thanksgiving. I cannot hardly believe it. 

We are sitting in a slip in Fulton Harbor waiting for a weather window long enough to make our jump to Mexico.

A lot of people told us we were crazy for coming this way. Initially, our goals were to avoid hurricanes over the late summer/fall, and to visit family in Texas before leaving the US behind for awhile.

All goals accomplished. Except this one: Thanksgiving in the tropics.

Hindsight, of course, being 20/20, we should have left here after 2 or 3 days of respite, reprovisioning, and doing laundry.

But Fate, and mother nature, intervened.

At first, it was love at first sight for me, here. We snagged an end slip, our view was incredible, the atmosphere so relaxed. Warm air, beautiful sunrises, and the most inexpensive Marina we have stayed at that included water, electric, clean showers, and laundry facilities.

In truth, I balked at the thought of moving, and then, as stuff is wont to do, stuff started happening.

The first thing was, we found a buddy boat. Oddly enough, we saw this boat, S/V Bangarang, when we were wandering around Port O'Conner looking for moorage before dark. Robert noticed right away the red dinghy we had seen towed behind this sailboat a couple days before we got here. 

Robert is always the social one, and I am working on this with myself, but everyone knows I'm the introvert. In fact I have been labeled as stuck up or snobby many times in error due to my social awkwardness and basic fear of humans.They say opposites attract, so I can always count on Robert to at least break the ice with people for me. But, I'm nice.....honest!

So Robert went over to say hello, and as usual, came back with more information than I would glean after a month of talking to anyone, and he tells me they are also going to Mexico along with another boat. The other boat needs some work first. Like, a mast. 

Going to Mexico as a group seemed a prudent plan, so we decide to hang out a bit and get to know them a little better and see if this might work out.

Bangarang.....Bangarang.....ring a bell? As in...Lost Boys, as in Rufio, as in "Hook"? Ahhh, Peter Pan, you rascal! Once again you have made a cameo appearance in our story! Coincidence?

S/V Bangarang is inhabited by a family of four. Mom, Dad, and a 3 and 1 year old. To say that these new friends are our polar opposites would pretty much be an understatement. But hey, part of our reason for doing this is to learn about new cultures and different ways of life, we just didn't expect to do that before we left the country!!

I have had to google a bit of this new language they speak. Agorists, decentralized, unschooling, cryptocurrencies, bitnation and Pangea.

I have to admire what they are trying to do and their ideology, and their comittment to it. They are definitely following the road less traveled for a young family. I find them interesting and their little ones are adorable!  So we decide to move forward, a couple middle aged farts on a retirement trip, and a couple idealists on a mission.

She bakes bread on her boat from whole grains, while we munch Oreos on ours. She looks horrified when we speak lovingly of Whataburgers....But to each their own. They are nice, good people and the company is welcomed. We are learning to speak Spanish anyway, what's one more foreign language? It's all part of stepping out of our comfort zone.

Then Mother Nature started wecking havoc. The third boat is not repaired as of yet. 

Cold front after vicious cold front comes howling from the north. With only 2 or 3 days, or in one case, 2 or 3 hours, between them, we can't seem to find our window.

In the meantime, one evening, we hear a knock on our boat and a surly man informs us we are in his slip, and that he has been paying for it for a year while his boat was being repaired from Harvey. So, we move over a slip.

It's a green houseboat. It sticks out at least three feet past the end of the slip. It's HUGE, and our beautiful view is now gone.

My oven finally gets used, since it's now freezing cold anyway, and it's disaster times two burnt attempts at baking. This is going to take some getting used to. I can make almost anything on the stove. 

We get with the crew of Bangarang and plot our journey, but yet another launch date gets torpedoed by another wet, cold front.

I'm grumpy, and Robert is grumpier. Not even Oreos help.

We do take a day and go to the Texas Maritime Museum in Rockport and eat Mexican food and see Rockport Harbor and beach. Even though we are supposed to be eating Mexican food in Mexico....we still enjoy it.

(I promise, will write more about Rockport soon.)

(Since we aren't going anywhere.)

(I have time.)