The following pages chronicle the journey of the sailing vessel Pelagic and her crew. We are a family of 5; Michael, Amy, Zander, Porter and Anakena, taking our 42' Hallberg Rassy as far as we can comfortably go in three years. We left Oregon in September 2014, participated in the 2014 Baja Haha, continued on through the Panama Canal, into the Caribbean, up the coast of the US to Maritime Canada and from there crossed the Atlantic. After an arrival in Ireland we toured Scotland, then sailed down to France, Portugal and on to Morocco. In January of 2016 we slowed down considerably and enrolled the kids in a local Spanish school in Sanlucar de Guadiana for a few months. In the spring of 2016 we crossed the Atlantic towards the Caribbean. We are now in the Pacific, officially on our way home, albeit via a very circuitous path. We are currently in French Polynesia and looking at weather windows to Hawaii before finally making landfall back in the Pacific Northwest.

Currently our exact location is not available. Our spot coverage will pick us back up in Hawaii towards the end of May, 2017.

Our favorite sailing quote:

"If anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen out there boss!" Captain Ron






Saturday, April 18, 2015

Roatan, April 17, 2015

We just left Roatan after 4 days of visiting the island. Mike still can't go in the water and in fact had to have his stitches removed and re-stitched, so it is back to square one for him. Per Doctors orders, he was to take it easy and keep his leg rested. He took the opportunity to get a sailmaker to repair our jib and do some other catching up with stateside business that only required some wifi. We also did 6 weeks worth of laundry. Laundry has been difficult on our trip. I choose to wash it myself whenever I can at a laundry mat or at a marina, but those options are few and far between. I think I have lamented before about the laundry issue, but this time we just didn't have any options for quite some time. Instead we did a few small boat washes, but boat clean is not real clean. In fact it makes me smile to see the kids appreciate what at home is just a normal occurrence; clean laundry in their dressers. As if laundry fairies come regularly. Now, when we get a fresh load of laundry done, they have their heads in the bags inhaling the sweet smells of detergent. They are starting to appreciate things they never used to. Since they have to do their own dishes, new sponge day has also become a highlight! While we were in Roatan they were having unseasonable high winds, so we were limited with where we could snorkel. We spent some time in French's Harbor at a Marine Park exploring the outer reef that protects the island. The highlight was a visit from a 5 foot barracuda that shadowed us for most of our dive. I think he was a resident, and although we had heard about him, it was still unnerving when he finally decided to show up. Barracuda have a very low cuddle factor and even a friendly fish looks menacing.

We are headed to Belize, where we will pick up my Mom and my Aunt Jayne and have them with us for a week, exploring mostly inside the reef. Should be good sailing with very little swell and great snorkeling.

Arrival Honduras, April 12, 2015

Arrived into Isla de Guanaja in Honduras just before sunset. We had a fantastic sail, mostly downwind, flying with a wing and wing sail configuration. Comfortable enough to cook, and basically enjoy life. No fish lately, but when the weather is rough we rarely fish, so the lines have only recently gone back in the water. A few squalls dotted the horizon during our short 150 mile passage, but fortunately even with our whisker pole out, we didn't get caught with any real shifting winds. Mostly just a few rain clouds to cool us down and give the boat a much needed wash down.
Guanaja is interesting. The villagers claim that it is the last Caribbean Island to be developed. Hurricane Mitch devastated this island almost 15 years ago. When Michael was here last, the island was devoid of trees, the hillsides were barren down to earth. The trees have since grown back, but instead of all the natives, they have planted pine trees on the island. It is strange to see pines lining a white sand beach. The big island of Guanaja has few houses on it and zero roads. There are a few small settlements dotted in the bays, but most of the locals, not transplanted from Europe, Canada or the USA, live on a very small island several hundred yards from the big island. It is like a little Venice; there are several canals that separate the small island, but otherwise the entire island is covered by houses and other buildings. There is very little soil on the island left, it has all been cemented over. Back it the day it was a series of small, flat islands with boardwalks connecting all the houses. Some of the walkways remain, but most have been replaced with cement after several hurricanes have passed. It is a strange little island, and like San Andres, it was British territory, so all the older people speak English. It has only been recently that the mainland Hondurans have started living on the island.

We had a fairly uneventful stay on the island. We spent half a day touring the island and taking a dinghy ride, but since Mike can't yet get in the water we didn't do any snorkeling or exploring of the outer cays. Instead we spent a whole day hanging out near a German restaurant that had wifi, walking trails and a makeshift playground for the kids to play in. It also had hammocks on the expansive patio, a pool table and a hummingbird feeder that regularly had 10 or more birds feeding from it. It was a small oasis and we got caught up on some housekeeping items; ordering spare parts, loading pics to the blog, checking it with our renters, paying bills, etc. There were also several other boats in the anchorage, and it was fun to get some socializing in. Still no other kid boats, but the kids had fun with the many pets the German couple had.

We up anchored at about 4 am so we could make the short 30 mile passage and not lose a whole day sailing to Roatan.