Saturday, November 9, 2013

Adventurous Spirits – Sailing the Seas



“I admire the heroes that have taken on great challenges, and I want to follow in their footsteps.” Stanley Paris, 2013. 
 
Joshua Slocum  - Spirit of Adventure

Joshua Slocum laid his life on the line to pursue his extraordinary dream of circumnavigating the globe. He was the first to single-handedly sail around the world. He started his voyage in 1895 and completed it in 1898. 

Joshua Slocum is my number one sailing hero.  In his book Sailing Alone Around the World, he wrote:

 "I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind on the morning of April 24, 1895, was fair, at noon I weighed anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the Spray had been moored snugly all winter. The twelve o'clock whistles were blowing just as the sloop shot ahead under full sail.”



Joshua Slocum’s Spray












 
Stanley Paris – Kiwi Spirit

The 21st century has another self-made man with an original thought who is willing to lay his life on the line to be first.

Stanley Paris, a transplanted New Zealander, recently made St. Augustine, Florida, his port of call.  

Seventy-six year-old Stanley Paris, a lifetime self-motivated high achiever, will employ space age technology to beat the proverbial clock circumnavigating the globe single-handed aboard his sailboat Kiwi Spirit in less than 150 days. The world will be enthusiastically watching.

His website: www.stanleyparis.com
Blog of voyage: Stanley Paris Blog



My Viking Spirit

Inspirations and motivations backed by original ideas drive self-motivated persons to new frontiers.

This happened to me and a dream was born. My dream boat was launched in 1972.

My five year plan of escape materialized because I had my wife Jane at my side all the way. She is a one-in-a-million person and was a driving force to my goal.

We disembarked on a voyage of adventure that mysteriously drew us to St. Augustine, Florida, where our lives took off on a strange tangent to places and adventures beyond our wildest dreams.

It was wonderful and our only regret was that we hadn’t departed sooner.







Read about this dream-come-true story in the book Sailing Beyond Lake Superior.  Available in paperback and digital additions worldwide. 


Our adventure story continues…there is more: Sailing the Sea Islands, 
Sailing the Florida Keys,
 and 
Sailing to St. Augustine.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

PROGRESO, YUCATAN – CRUISE SHIP DESTINATION


A cruise to Progreso is a fun and an affordable opportunity to see the real Mexico safely away from border towns and jet-set end destinations.


Progreso is a go-at-your-own-pace kind of place abounding in unique options.

Be your own guide:  walking, biking, busing, or by taxi.

It is easy with Yucatan’s Magic – Merida Side Trips, as your guide.

Take a LOOK.  It will make you happy and save you money!

The book has eighteen self-guided day trips plus a section on bus and colectivo taxis to make it simple for you to travel Yucatan with confidence.

This book is one of the top Yucatan travel books. It has no paid sponsors or advertisers.

The author has more than 25 years of exploring experiences in Yucatan and Mexico.

Yucatan’s  Magic is a compendium of the author’s 25 years of exploring the Yucatan, and it offers the best of the best memorable destinations…built as the Maya built their temples, one stone at a time. 

Yucatan is getting better all the time!



Yucatan's Magic was published in 2011 and updated in 2013.

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Saturday, October 5, 2013

Lake Superior's Fall Storms



And Superior has a harder fate in store for many of those who take the last ill-fated trip of the season. Sailors dread it more than the tragedy of dense snowstorms, when they run upon the rocks, for even there hope does not die; they dread it more than the fierce, sledge-hammer wash of Erie in a storm; more than the fearful dash for port in Lake Michigan, where ports are few; and this fate is the fate of "the little ice devils"-—those masses of ice which freeze upon a ship until she is weighted beyond control. In these days of late navigation—days of fierce battles with snow, ice, and wind, days of death and destruction as they are never known upon the salt seas—is material for a generation of writers; unnumbered stories of true mystery, true romance, and true tragedy, which, if fed to the nation in popular form, would be of immeasurable value to lovers of the literature of adventure. The Great Lakes by James Oliver Curwood, 1908.



The Superior, Wisconsin/Minnesota Point Entry and lighthouse pictured in calm weather.







Fall storm, Superior, Wisconsin, November 1968.
During the fall season on Lake Superior it is a common occurrence to have at least one very violent storm on Lake Superior, but one storm I witnessed was exceptional.

My father, Jane, and I drove out late this Sunday afternoon onto a narrow finger of land known as Wisconsin Point.

We went to see just what the raging lake would be like when whipped into an anger fury by a full gale force wind.

While parking the car, the shuddering wind blasted us with sand and icy pelting spray that coupled to make a deafening roar.

We watched the sixty foot tall lighthouse on the east jetty completely buried in crashing seas…a sight beyond belief.

There were four people trapped inside the lighthouse structure and several days would pass before they could leave their imprisonment.

The approach to that lighthouse had been constructed of huge boulders the size of small houses, and the mammoth waves crashing into and over them scattered the rocks about like so many pebbles on the beach.

If this sounds bad, you will not believe the sickening horror we felt as the next chain of events unfolded.

Out on the lake and headed into port was an eight-hundred foot Great Lakes iron ore freighter with the full brunt of that savage storm sweeping it along on a path of no return. As large and as powerful as this ship was, it was no match for the killer storm.

With the wind on the ship’s stern, it was impossible for the crew to turn their ship into the wind. Their fate was sealed. They had no other choice but to run the inlet.

What we witnessed next made our hearts nearly stop. We held our breath as we watched a huge wave break under the stern of this mighty ship. It lifted the stern and sent the ship into a broach position that turned it beam to the sea. The power and force unleashed by the giant wave took all control out of the hands of the crew. Their fate rested with Mother Nature while the ship washed out of control sideways towards the inlet with its rock jetties.

In the blink of an eye it was over. The massive vessel had gone surfing sideways through the outer and inner jetties, and then into the safety of the harbor.

For those aboard that got to stare the Grim Reaper squarely in the eye, that blink of the eye must have felt like an eternity.

After reading terrifying storm stories and witnessing the gale force storm at Superior's inlet, Jane and I still went on to fulfill our dream and ventured out there onto Lake Superior confronting the mighty Gitche Gumme.

I had a Dream – Dursmirg is born.


In 1972 our 46-foot sailing dreamboat Dursmirg was launched and Jane and I sailed away from Superior, Wisconsin, to the salty sea.

Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, serving as a geologist on the 1820 Lewis Cass expedition to establish the source of the Mississippi River, traversed the Great Lakes 152 years before the maiden voyage of our Dursmirg.

Schoolcraft’s 1820 stagecoach and birch bark canoe adventure from New York to the western terminus of Lake Superior was before the completion of the Erie Barge Canal.

Schoolcraft wrote the account of his epic expedition in his book Narrative journal of travels through the northwestern regions of the United States...performed as a member of the expedition under Governor Cass in the year 1820, Albany: E. & E. Hosford, 1821.

I have published our epic voyage in the four volumes of Travels of Dursmirg.  All are available in paperback and digital editions worldwide.

Coming soon:
  • Sailing to Lake Superior: A Trip Down Memory Lane

Friday, September 20, 2013

Cozumel - September Getaway 2013



Jane’s latest book, Brule River Forest and Lake Superior, was just successfully published in paperback, digital and large print additions.
All our ducks were in a row and we slipped out of town dodging the unrelenting tropical waves and September low pressure troughs at the absolute peak of hurricane season. On again, off again black rain clouds mercilessly traversed the Yucatan.  
Traveling light included our German bicycle rain capes, [the same type used by British police.] and plastic covers for our packs. Folding bicycles and space age 6 ounce hammocks gave us freedom of movement and unparallel comfort. 
After a five hour bus trip from Merida, we arrived a 1 p.m. at Playa del Carmen, which is on Yucatan’s tropical Caribbean coast.
Twenty-five years ago the sleepy little fishing village of Playa del Carmen had but one claim to fame. It was the ferry landing for San Miguel on the island of Cozumel, 19 km. away in the Caribbean.
Today Playa has become a significant shopping and tourist destination with all varieties of accommodations ranging from five-star all inclusive to budget. A first time visitor may easily get the impression that they are on Spain’s Costa del Sol.
Rain squalls did us a favor; as luck would have it the bus terminal had a covered bench on the walking street just waiting for us and Jane had the fixings for a picnic lunch.
As we finished our lunch, the rain quit and we rolled away.
We rode north to check out some accommodation leads…we were not thrilled.
Plan B:
Another rain squall blackened the northern sky and we quickened our pace to the Cozumel ferryboat landing.
The squall tied with our convergence at the ferry pavilion waiting area and we were still dry.
We boarded the 3 p. m. ferryboat. It was nearly full and this is off season.
Our last visit to Cozumel was nearly ten years ago. The population is now over 100, 000.
In 1958 when Michel Peissel, ethnologist, explorer, and author, landed at Cozumel it was a different world.  In his book, The Lost World of Quintana Roo, he wrote:
“The Cuban revolution had also affected the coast, for in closing Cuba to American tourists Castro had opened up a boom on Cozumel Island. Three years earlier Cozumel had no hotel, and now I learned that four were in operation and two giant hostelries were under construction. There was a daily flight from Mérida to Cozumel, which had become but another name in the world of Caribbean resorts. The invasion of Cozumel by tourists was, I felt, the end of the Quintana Roo I had known.”
When Jane and I first explored the Caribbean coast of Yucatan in the mid 1980s Playa del Carmen had about a dozen single story thatched roof structures along the beach, and it was jungle all the way to the newly built road where there was a Pemex gasoline station…the only one between Cancun and Felipe Carrillo Puerto.  Today Playa del Carmen is a major tourist and shopping destination on an eight lane super highway with urban sprawl. 
The island of Cozumel has its appeal; crystal clear Caribbean waters, tropical temperatures, gentle trade winds, and fresh air.
A cast bronze sculpture depicting reef divers at the waterfront of San Miguel, Cozumel.
If a hurricane does not blow you away in September or October, this is paradise.
After crossing to Cozumel on the ferry, we followed a lead to Hostelito on 10th Avenue. We took their best room, the suite.  It had been a long day.  We could check out other places later.
In the following days, we checked out the good, bad and ugly; upscale and economy. We couldn’t find better.
With few exceptions the rental accommodations all have air conditioning and hot water. If there is one place on the planet you do NOT need these things, it is here in this balmy salubrious tropical climate where even rain storms are warm.* 


Our Mérida friend Tere Castro’s mother is from Cozumel. Tere told us we just had to try the market (Mercado Municipal Benito Juarez) food court located between Av. 20 and Av. 25 on Calle  Adolfo R. Salas. 

We found it extremely high-quality with a wide range of authentic Mexican food. Again we never found better. Their huge selection of salsas were tops.

Taqueria Molina is one of many market food court restaurants that open at 5 a. m. with a steady clientele of eager eaters who love the very best.
The people of Cozumel are an international jumble and no stereotype fits. They tend to be friendly, not pushy or high pressure, and generally eager to make a profit.  An example; Jane bought coffee for $14 pesos and I went for a refill fifteen minutes later and they wanted to charge $17 pesos…same cup same place. Tourists tend to be an easy mark.
Shopping is one of Cozumel’s attractions. Diamond, gold and silver plus tourist trinket shops abound and have a propensity to be upscale near the ferry landing.
Traffic is light and the drivers are mostly easy going. However, visitors in rentals think they own the roads and rules do not apply. Note: Your auto insurance is voided if you are drunk, breaking the law or drive off the pavement. The rental outfits hold your signed credit card voucher and all infractions and fines will be paid by you. Improperly parked vehicles may have their license plates removed or the car towed and impounded where the owner pays more charges. 
Public transport makes life in Mexico pleasanter.
Your options for rentals range from bicycles, motor scooters, jeeps, cars, and horse carriages. We travel by bicycle and bus using folding bikes.
Snorkel and scuba diving are the main draws of Cozumel. Sailboats, jet skis, paragliding, and glass bottomed boats are all there and more. The options are far too many to list here.
May and June are wonderful here with few tourists. Do not linger too long because when the June rains begin the mosquitoes can be unmerciful.
Summer is high season on all Mexican beaches.
September until mid-December is also a low tourist season. If you do not mind dodging rain squalls and the occasional hurricane then September until mid-November offers off-season advantages.
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*Note: Visitors from northern latitudes with painfully white skin never exposed to the sunlight and totally unaccustomed to the comfort of natural tropical living insist on air conditioning and hot water showers.
Mexicans do not tend to fix anything that is working and that includes air conditioners. As a consequence, the filters become lush breeding grounds for broadcasting pathogens that can be a serious health risk. A little paranoia can save your life. Drink bottled water, take care of your personal hygiene, and wash your hands.
Take the time to learn all of the uses of hammocks. You will be richly rewarded with a lifetime of convenient, comfortable and contented repose. 

Numerous monuments that comenirate the history of Cozumel and Mexico are scattered throughout the island.
Waterfront monument dedicated to Gonzalo Guerrero, his wife Zazil Ha and their three mestizo children.
This fascinating story actually begins with the birth of Gonzalo Guerrero back in the early 1470’s at Palos, Andalusia, Spain.
Trained as a military combatant he fought to drive the last of the Moors out of the Iberian Peninsula by 1492 ending eight centuries of Islamic occupation. Then he took up his next position of soldier/sailor on Columbus’s first ocean crossing expedition aboard the small open carvel vessel Niña.
In 1511 Gonzalo set sail in good weather from the Gulf of Darien on the Colombian coast of South America north bound with looted treasure and slaves.
What happened next is one of the worst nightmare stories that could happen to anyone.
Forty year old Gonzalo’s ship floundered and he was plummeted into the sea. Aboard a makeshift raft with no food or water, Gonzalo and the seventeen men and two women that survived the wrath of a hurricane that dismasted and sunk their ship drifted to the Yucatan Peninsula. Gonzalo and his shipmates were taken as slaves by the local Maya.
Gonzalo gained his freedom from slavery through an act of bravery.  He killed an alligator that was attacking his Mayan master.
Gonzalo Guerrero left a lasting legacy with his newly adopted countrymen.
Gonzalo took a Mayan princess named Zazil Ha as his wife and was given the temples of Ichpaatún north of Chetumal, presently designated on maps as Oxtankah. He then engaged in ritual mutilation and tattooing that included piercing his ears and cheeks. These acts assimilated him into the Mayan way of life.
For centuries Gonzalo Guerrero was despised by the Spanish for being a traitor, defector, and renegade. He was a man who had fought against his countrymen, turned his back on his land of birth, society, renounced his faith and denied Christ.
After the independence of Mexico from Spain, a change took place. Some Mexicans descended from the conquerors now began to feel a real passion for the Mayan culture. For the Maya, one name that symbolizes the struggle in opposition to colonial imperialist power and a struggle for freedom was Gonzalo Guerrero.
Monument commemorating the arrival of the Spanish. Replica of a Mayan temple on Cozumel’s waterfront commemorates the arrival of Spaniards Juan de Grijalva and  Hernán Cortés.
 The first Spanish expedition to visit Cozumel was led by Juan de Grijalva in 1518. In 1519, Hernán Cortés stopped by the island on his way to Veracruz.  
The Spanish commandeered the salt trade plus gold and gems. Next pirates looted the Spanish treasure fleets and the Spanish fortified their settlements for protection of their pillaged loot.

 Monument to Juan Bautista Vega, Av. Benito Juarez and Calle 120. A subdivision in Cozumel bears his name.
Juan Bautista Vega was born in Cozumel in 1884.  In 1896  Dr. Fábregas an adventurer and treasure hunter arrived in Cozumel with the intention of crossing to Tulum on the mainland of Quintana Roo.  The Chan Santa Cruz Mayas were in control in the area of Tulum.  They had been at war with the Mexicans since the Caste War that began in 1847.  Their “talking cross” had dictated that no whites should be allowed to enter their area.  With money as the lure, Dr. Fábregas succeeded in finding a boat and crew to make the crossing.  Eleven year old Juan Bautista Vega was one of the crew along with his stepfather and one other “white” from Cozumel.  The Chan Santa Cruz Maya, known as the Cruzoob, were on hand to welcome the visitors.  All were killed by the Cruzoob except young Juan who was taken prisoner.  When the Maya discovered that Juan could read Spanish, they decided he could be useful to them in negotiations with the Mexican government.  Juan was taught Maya and endeared himself to the Maya.  He lived among the Cruzoob, became a general in their militia, married a Mayan woman, and became a tribal chief.
The mainland of Quintana Roo remained an isolated and unexplored land because of the presence of the Cruzoob Maya. For over four hundred years the Mayas of Quintana Roo successfully repelled the Spanish and Mexican conquistadores until the last shots of the Caste War of 1847 rang out at Dzula in 1935.
Juan Bautista Vega was instrumental in brokering a lasting peace between the Mexican government and the Cruzoob Maya.   In 1926 Juan visited his “white” family in Cozumel but then returned to his Mayan home on the mainland and lived the rest of his life among the Maya.  Gen. Juan Bautista Vega died in 1969. 
Notable visitors to Cozumel
In 1842, explorer, author and anthropologist John L. Stephens arrived in Cozumel in a small coastal sailing vessel from Yucatan shortly after Mexican independence and before the protracted Caste War.  He became the first to chronicle Cozumel, Tulum, the Mayan temples, and wild jungle in the days of pirates in his 1843 two-volume publication Incidents of Travel in Yucatan. This excellent book is still in print and also available in digital addition free from Gutenberg Press.
In 1958, Michel Peissel wrote of Cozumel in his book, The Lost World of Quintana Roo:
But the smuggling is now very much reduced, and as an islander told me sadly, "One hardly lives on smuggling today." Occasionally a few small boats dump whisky and perfumes from British Honduras on the islands. In the old days Isla Mujeres and Cozumel had been thriving pirate stations; here the buccaneers would wait in ambush as slowly the Spanish galleons, weighted down with Peruvian gold, would beat their way up along the coast and through the Yucatan Straits on their way to Cuba and Spain from Panama.
Michel Peissel first arrived at Cozumel on a 45 foot sailing schooner. He wrote:
Judging from the rough weather that is characteristic of the straits between Cozumel and the coast, the dugout canoes of the Mayas must have been seaworthy craft and the oarsmen good sailors. From the summit of the waves I could catch a glimpse of the island which now appeared as a low gray streak on the horizon … At three o'clock we were up against the flat coastline of Cozumel and the small village of San Miguel came into sight. I was quite disappointed, for the village looked ugly, composed of an odd assortment of stone, cement, and wooden houses of various styles that were stretched along the waterfront.