5.07.2009

Northern Costa Rica

Crazy Dave lost my boat (to an 8 year old) in a high stakes game of chess so we were forced to leave San Juan Del Sur under cover of darkness.

The favorable Papagallo winds had ceased and we motored into severely confused seas and thunderstorms... one lightning bolt got way too close... "Am I going to kill all of us on the first night?" crossed my mind.

About 2:30 am, the storms abated and dolphins swam in the phosphorescence all around the boat

We made it to Ollie's Point in time for a twilight nap and sunrise surf session.

Waves were gentle, waist to head high, and fun.

None of the charter boat surfers could believe there were five of us (and the dog) living on my boat. They also couldn't believe that my boat came down from Oregon.

They thought we were crazy. I thought they were crazy... dropping $300 a boatload for a few hours of surfing. CRAZY, 2-weeks-paid-vacation-wasting, FOOLS.

Unlike the crew...


Snootch, Kevin, Chav, Dave


Maestra now permanently sports neon Zinka.


She's become quite the fearless swimmer too... maybe a bit to fearless.


The TREASURE CHEST! Thanks Michelle!


Kevin also brought peanut butter. Chav loves peanut butter.


Team-building exercises at the world's greatest poolhall...






...where this beauty hangs over the tables.


Breakfast in Playa Del Coco.

Today we're headed to Tamarindo for more mellow surf and perhaps a bit of fiesta...

Hasta Luego.

MAX