Tranquility at its Finest

29 11 2009

It’s a very special time when you find a little piece of the world that allows you to escape from the regular hustle and bustle of life.  I think that I may have found my little place of tranquility in Lake Havasu City and Parker, Arizona.

This is a place where darkness really exists (instead of the constant glow of streetlights, billboards or traffic) and the stars come alive at night.  This is the type of place that makes you wish that you knew more about the constellations and the stories behind them.  With towering mountains in varying shades of red and brown that are like chameleons that change their colour from yellow, orange, red and pink with the time of day and the lake water that is as smooth as glass offering mirror images of these mountains.

It’s like time slows down and your senses reawaken.  Instead of trying to block out the noise of honking horns (which doesn’t exist because no one’s in a rush) and the constant chatter of people around (because the one thing you can guarantee here is space), you’re able to revel in the sound of your breath as you run up and down the neighbourhood hills (for fun), and you’ve slowed down enough to catch sight of the elusive hummingbird as it feeds.

Not only did we catch sight of hummingbirds but we also saw a hawk as it perched on the deck railing, a little gecko scurrying between the rosemary bushes and roadrunners, bobbing their heads as they crossed the street (they are a lot smaller than the infamous cartoon roadrunners). The iconic moment that makes me feel like I am in a place that is outside the realm of my regular life is seeing orange, grapefruit, and lemon trees – westcoast or eastcoast, this is not a sight I am used to seeing.

We have been fortunate enough to take a week off during the American Thanksgiving holiday to recharge our batteries in an oasis in the middle of the desert in Arizona.   We honoured the holiday with a feast American Style – deep fried turkey.   I got back in touch with my baking roots and kicked off the week by baking (and decorating) gingerbread and homemade chocolate chip cookies – it feels good to be back in a well-stocked kitchen!  We took advantage of sunny, 75 degree, days by going out on the boat – speedboat and not sailboat; which, after 5 months of sailing is an entirely different experience.

And, to cap off each day (and start off some days), a relaxing dip in the spa taking in the amazing views from the backyard.





Westcoast Whirlwind

17 09 2009

Oh, Canada, it’s good to be home!

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The westcoast at its finest is a mixture of mountains, waterfront views, seafood and good friends.   And that is exactly what was in store for us during our 96 hour stay in Vancouver. 

From the minute our plane touched the ground we had every minute of our trip accounted for, not that I’m complaining since our plans consisted of  ‘all-u-can-eat sushi’, ferry rides, drinking on patios overlooking sea planes, dim sum, wedding festivities, and all in all good times. 

During our side trip to Vancouver Island we took the ferry over and saw the gorgeous views and I got to revisit my old stomping grounds and just had  to visit the beach where I used to go clam digging.  Just our luck – we even saw some seals out in the water!

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On the island we spent the afternoon with old friends, catching up on a patio overlooking the seaplanes and finished off our evening at The Dinghy Dock Pub, which you can only get to by boat.  All in all a great way to spend a day on Vancouver Island (even if we didn’t get to see any killer whales). 

Friday brought on a lot of family time and fancy dressing for my cousin’s wedding, which took place at a golf course with panoramic views of the city.  As expected, the evening was filled with LOTS of family photos, jokes about the infamous chicken dance and a race to the cupcake table for dessert (FYI – I won, however, I may have been the only one racing…)

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 After filling ourselves up with way too much good dim sum with my family Saturday morning, we spent our afternoon and evening hanging out by the water with friends.   It was very interesting coming back to a place that I called home for so long and introducing it to someone else.  Like in a lot of cases, what seems normal to you is weird and unexpected to another.  This trip made me realize that maybe the comings and goings of Vancouverites are a little weirder than I thought. 

While we were walking along the downtown waterfront Nathan commented that he felt like there were no rules in Vancouver, no presence of authority and people could do whatever they wanted.  Just as I was firmly objecting to this observation, we passed by a garden of lounge pillows in the middle of a grassy area.  How considerate that there are pillowy napping areas on the grass, just in case you get tired………..weird.  Ten minutes later we hear music and then a parade of bicycles ride past us.  This wouldn’t be so strange on the bike path of the seawall, except that in this parade was a women singing and playing the guitar as she was being pushed in a carriage.  It was like a parade of roving musicians.   I didn’t have anything left to say after that.

After walking along the seawall, checking out the starfish in the water below, we ended our day hopping from waterfront patio to waterfront patio.   

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And to cap off our busy day, we took in the final rays of a beautiful Vancouver sunset.

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Sailing Stories

20 08 2009

There is no need for words….





Happy Canada Day!

1 07 2009

It’s ironic that on Canada Day I am in New York talking about Black American History.  But, that is what I am doing.

In honour of Canada Day, I will be using the Canadian spellings (honour vs honor) and am wearing a white skirt and eating red licorice.

Unfortunately there are no fireworks today anywhere around here, but I did make an effort to celebrate Canada Day in the way of Windsorians and Detroitians….on Wednesday June 24th.  Since the Detroit River is right in the middle of downtown Detroit and downtown Windsor, it’s only fitting that the celebratory fireworks evening have no favouritism to any country, but to celebrate on its own date.

Nathan and I celebrated June 24th by taking the sailboat out for our maiden voyage all by ourselves.  We yelled out “helms allee” and “jibe ho”.  I believe those are actual sailing terms, but we could have been making it up as we were going, nonetheless, we survived, had a great sail and proved that we could actually handle the sailboat by ourselves.

After our sail we made our way to a parking garage in downtown Detroit to a VIP fireworks party that we had been invited to.  It turns out we were more VIP than we thought.  On our way down we got caught going back and forth between police barricades in a 2 block strip. In the end we ended up getting a police escort to the event.  It didn’t look as cool as it sounds:  1.  We were in a mini van  2.  Our police escort was a police officer on a bike.

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Sailing: Pure Ectasy Interrupted by Moments of Terror

3 06 2009

Below you see blue skies, almost turquoise lakewater, fluffy white clouds and sails full of wind.  Looks like a dream doesn’t it?

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Read the title of this blog once again!

If I was a nail biter, my nails would have been bitten.  While Nathan was scrambling around the boat in his bare feet, taking photos and loving life, I was sitting a little nervously, sussing out the situation.  Let’s remind everyone that I don’t know how to swim, so sailing on this 25 foot boat is definitely out of the ordinary. 

We put the boat to the test and kept sailing it into the wind to see how far the boat would keel over, how much wind would fill the sail, and how constant the boat’s safety is – when the boat has had too much, the sails will dump the wind and the boat will right itself. 

We spent 6 hours out on the water, and just as we were heading back in and taking down the sails, well… let’s just say we put on a show for the fisherman.  Somehow we were all on one side of the boat.  Somehow we had both the jib sheet and the main sheet pulled tight as we steered into the wind.  Somehow we were broadsided and the boat tipped so far over that the rails were in the water.  Loyd was up front laughing and yelling instructions (he didn’t seem too worried and thought this was an excellent teachable moment), Lynn was staring right into the water in disbelief, Nathan jumped to the other side of the boat to try to balance some of the weight and get control of the helm, and I found myself sitting on the floor in the middle of the boat thinking ‘where is my life jacket?!!’

All in all, we loosened the sails, the boat righted itself, we brought the sails in, and we spent another 2 hours on the boat while we were parked in the marina, going over the day’s events and relaxing with a cold drink and some m&ms.

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Sailing Lessons 101

29 05 2009

Lesson #1:  In sailing, all ropes have names

Lesson #2: Do not turn left when you mean to turn right

Lesson #3:  Try not to flip the boat over the first time you sail it and scare everyone half to death

The Rocky Comfort has landed, and we went out for our first sailing trip last night.  At the Jefferson Beach Marina, Nathan, Lynn, Loyd and I successfully got the boat into the water, into our slip and sailed our first sail in the Great Lakes.  It was a fun first trip out, and I may have scared everyone when I took the helm and we keeled over so much that it looked like I knew what I was doing.  It turns out that when Loyd says, “this boat will NOT flip over. When it keels over too much, the sail will dump out the wind and right itself” he’s right, and I definitely put it to the test. 

Cheers to the Rocky Comfort!

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Water Baby?

26 05 2009

Now, I wouldn’t say I’m the most comfortable in the water.  I’m definitely not a ‘water baby’, and my preference is never to be in water where I can’t touch the ground.  So it’s safe to say that I frolick in the water and I have a mean doggy paddle.  So with this being said, it makes ABSOLUTELY no sense that I would be off in Mexico snorkeling, kayaking, sailing and scuba diving.

But, that is exactly what happened.  We went out snorkeling twice and saw some amazing parrot fish and coral.  We were able to snorkel 5 minutes away from our resort at the 2nd largest coral reef in the world.  We saw a young sea turtle swimming along by itself, live conch shells, moray eels, baracudas and held baby star fish in our hands.

We were lucky enough to enjoy all of these water excursions by ourselves with just our guide.  Our snorkeling guide was Jaime (pronounced Hi-May) and all week he kept asking us if we wanted to go scuba diving.  Finally on our last day there, he said, “Traci, just admit it, you’re just scared.  You’re fine, so I’m going to bring the equipment to the pool and you can practice with all of the gear”.  So, Nathan went off to drink, and I frolicked in the pool with my flippers, my mask and my tank and respirator.  Let’s just say, I looked pretty cool.  So cool that I had a crowd of little mexican children swimming around me as if they were little fish trying to get in my way.

The pool practice worked and within the hour we were back in the boat and on our way to 25 feet under the water.

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It’s a good thing that we had another private excursion, because I definitely needed some one on one attention.  It appears that my body is very bouyant.  I had all of my gear and an 8 lbs weight belt on me, and no matter what I did I kept floating to the top.  I was following the lessons, breathe in to float up, breathe out to sink.  I got rid of all the air in my lungs….and nothing.  At one point we were maneuvering in between coral reef beds and with Jaime leading the way we followed.  Jaime looked back at us and looked past Nathan and all of a sudden zoomed over Nathan’s head, arms stretched out as if trying to catch a runaway balloon.  That balloon, would be me….  So he dragged me back down and pushed me forward.  Little did I know that he was adding weights to the back of my tank.  All of a sudden I started descending.  I didn’t know there were more weights on my tank so I started filling my lungs to give myself some lift.  I couldn’t get any more air inside me, and I was still sinking.  I had to exhale, and then I hit the sea floor with a not so graceful thud.  And that was it.  I couldn’t get myself going again and I was lying spread eagle on the bottom of the sea floor.

We spent 50 minutes 25 ft under water and it felt like 10.  We saw a huge lobster, crabs, trumpet fish, baby starfish, and unwittingly I pretended to be an injured fish to attract the attention of a 5 ft barracuda (I thought it was just another hand signal….apparently not).

I apologize that we don’t have any photos of our underwater sights, but here’s a video from one of our kayak trips to give you an idea of our surroundings.