Tossin' Cookies and Suckin' at Surf in Chamela

Yes... Bailey Dog, Bad Kitty, Carolyne and I were all sick on the way from La Cruz to Chamela. For your benefit, I did NOT take photos. Bailey puked on the sheet that handles the mainsail and Carolyne was strapped in the cockpit with her harness so could only put her head out just so far. I managed to make it to the head before I tossed. I began gagging the minute I started to do the HAZMAT cleanup. Jim was disgusted with us all.

Jim had a near death experience in the surf today and I will let him tell the story. I thought I was going to die laughing, but instead I just gave myself asthma. I refused to get off the boat. I don't want to get wet. Girlie sounding, I know. But I don't care. The whole family came back soaked to the skin after going to the beach and I don't feel like getting salty wet doggy-like. And I don't want the you-know-what scared out of me by a killer wave sneaking up behind me. Tim and Jim have been bragging about how you have to time the waves, and you have to give the dinghy gas at such-and-such a time, and Tim was criticizing other dinghy drivers... it was a man thing. They returned to the boat much more humble.