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        <description>Worthy of the seas Six months of boat repairs turns mistake into triumph</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Worthy of the seas Six months of boat repairs turns mistake into triumph Six months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life: I bought a neglected and broken boat in a foreign country and thought I could fix it up and sail away. I didn’t grow up near boats, I didn’t know anything. I never got the boat surveyed, and it wasn’t in any shape to take for a test sail before I bought it. What was I thinking? Every day for six months I put my heart and soul into that hunk of junk, and often it seemed like everything I touched broke. Being in Mexico didn’t help either. Many of the Mexicans saw a young gringo with a boat and thought about all the money I must have. There were plenty of times I got the pushed around and walked on. What was I supposed to do? I’m not from the country, and who knows what kind of connections these people have? Better to dish out a bit of money than to make enemies. Even some of the other foreign sailors sold me junk that didn’t work, but they assured me I would need it. I was new to the game and had a lot to learn. I took out my masts and found that my main mast, which is one of the most integral parts of the boat, was littered through and through with termite damage and worthless. Did the sellers of the boat know this? Is this why it came so cheap? Here I was, stuck in 100-plus-degree heat, just trying to get out of Mexico without having to throw my cards in, forget about all the money and time I lost, sink the boat and come back to the states with my tail between my legs. I stuck to it. My friend on this adventure, Tyler, stuck to it with me. Every week we made a list of the things that had to be done, and every day we crossed things off. We made decisions not knowing if they would be right or wrong. Many times, we did things solely based on hunches, and just messed with things until they worked. We wouldn’t take no for an answer. On June 14, we loaded the boat with food, water, a bit of fuel and some friends and started out for the ocean. We pulled up the main sail and the boat started tilting a bit to the left, catching wind. I looked at the rigging, the chain plates, the mast, the mast step, all things that Tyler and I had fabricated or installed by ourselves. Everything held. We put up the fore sail, we put up the mizzen, we shut off the engine. Silence. Waves were slapping against the hull, wind was blowing in our faces. Inside the boat things were moving around – dishes were sliding back and forth, doors were opening and closing. The boat, for the first time in close to 10 years, had come alive. We were cruising at a full 7 knots under sail, which is fast for any cruising sailboat. I looked at the boat. We had a stove, an oven, a sink, a bathroom, a shower, a water maker hooked to two giant water tanks, beds and couches, an engine that purred when we needed it, three sails raised, a library of sailing books, lines attached all over the place – each with a specific purpose, anchors and chain, solar panels, fishing lines trolling out the back and a giant cockpit to lay out in and watch the clouds pass by. All of these systems I know intimately, and if anything were to break, I know how to fix it, because I already did once. We sailed from the La Paz harbor to the island Espiritu Santo and anchored for the night. The wind picked up overnight, and we were in an exposed anchorage. I kept thinking I should be worried about the anchor slipping or the rope breaking, pushing us into the rocks, but I wasn’t. I had put the chain and rope together, inspected them myself, and I knew that the size and type of the anchor, with the type of sea bottom and scope I had laid out according to the depth of water, would hold us. I had become a sailor. In the morning, we sailed around the island, catching tuna and making sushi. We anchored in beautiful coves with white sand beaches and turquoise water and spearfished. We headed back to La Paz and made it back to our mooring around midnight after a successful first voyage. What for a time I had considered the biggest mistake of my life turned out to be one my greatest accomplishments. Our plan now is to complete a few finishing touches on the boat, install a top-of-the-line monitor wind vane that was generously given to us by the president of the company and sail north on the Sea of Cortez to Guaymas. From there, I will most likely put the boat in storage for a month or two and return to the San Juan Mountains to clear my head and mentally prepare for the next leg of the journey: down the Central American Coast to Panama and then a Pacific Ocean crossing in the spring. Kevin Schank graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010. Follow Schank at www. MoreHandsOnDeck.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Swimming with whale sharks in the Sea of Cortez</title>
        <description>I have seen dorado, dolphins, flying fish, giant grey and sperm whales, manta rays hopping out of the water sunning themselves and a plethora of other curious marine life. Of all the sea life I have seen, nothing is as...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[The Sea of Cortez is home to some of the most diverse and plentiful sea life on the North American West Coast. I have seen dorado, dolphins, flying fish, giant grey and sperm whales, manta rays hopping out of the water sunning themselves and a plethora of other curious marine life. Of all the sea life I have seen, nothing is as stunning and interesting as the whale shark. Typically measuring from 20 to 40 feet long, these friendly sharks travel all around the world, and a population of them comes to the Sea of Cortez to feed every winter. They do not have the sharp, scary teeth you see in other sharks. To eat, they use their giant mouths to suck in mass amounts of water. The water goes through a cross-flow filtration system in their bodies, and they feast on tiny organisms, much like many whales. Underneath these massive creatures lives an ecosystem all its own. Schools of fish swim with them for protection and food scraps. Some fish even latch on to them, hitching a ride throughout the ocean. Tyler and I had the opportunity to join members of Whale Shark Mexico, an organization of marine biologists dedicated to studying whale sharks and protecting them (they are an endangered species), as they collected DNA samples and measured gill and fin sizes, among other things. Being in the ocean less than a foot away from a creature more than six times your size is a life-changing experience. As human beings, we may think we own this world and know everything about it, yet being next to something so giant, ancient and otherworldly is a reminder of how vast and complex our world is: There are creatures that have been here long before us, and they will probably be here long after we go. This experience made me want to grow gills, build a whale harness and ride into the deepest recesses of the ocean, where I would start a tribe of underwater Samurai warriors that ride whale sharks, live in sea caves and leap into action whenever good must fight evil. But alas, life is more complicated than that, and at the moment my boat still isn’t ready to sail. Our new project is to find a used mast in decent condition because our main mast had termite damage. Such setbacks no longer upset me. I have been through so many highs and lows at this point that all I can do is focus on solutions rather than problems. I can see the boat in my head, cutting through swells with full sails taking us to a adventure after adventure, and I won’t rest until that vision is a reality. Kevin Schank graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010. Follow Schank at www. MoreHandsOnDeck.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Boat repairs require a journey of their own</title>
        <description>Here’s my routine of late: I wake up, I eat, I fix something, I feel good, then something else breaks and I spend the next three days working out a fix for that. Looking for parts in La Paz can...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Repairing a boat in La Paz, Mexico, makes me realize how lucky we had it back in the states. Here’s my routine of late: I wake up, I eat, I fix something, I feel good, then something else breaks and I spend the next three days working out a fix for that. Looking for parts in La Paz can be an odyssey. I’ll go to one store, which will refer me to another, where I’ll be told to call someone, who will then refer me to the first store. Then on my way back to the boat, feeling frustrated and defeated, I’ll see the exact part I was looking for in the window of a store I just happened to be walking by. That’s just how it works down here. I have spent the last month trying to square away new rigging on my boat. The rigging holds the mast in place and is one of the most important components of a sailboat. The rigging on the boat Tyler and I bought was shot. So, luckily for us, we have the opportunity to learn how to rig a boat from square one. Not exactly what we want to be doing, but it is an important skill to possess. Because of the extent of the repairs our boat required, I realized that it would be cheaper and faster for me to fly to the U.S., buy parts there and find a ride back to La Paz. Miraculously, I managed to find a ride with a friend going on a surf trip down the Baja Peninsula. Our month here in La Paz has been challenging, but not without its good points. We’ll be stuck here until our boat is ready to go. With hurricane season looming off Mexico’s west coast, we are racing against time. As long as we get more things fixed and repaired in a day than break, we are on track, but not all days are that lucky. If anyone thought we are living the life of leisure, think again. This sailing thing is hard work right now, but it is extremely satisfying and the perks are endless. Kevin Schank graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010. Follow Schank at www. MoreHandsOnDeck.com]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Charting a new course</title>
        <description>In La Paz, reconfigured crew repairs boat to chase the dream</description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2014 17:01:00 -0700</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[In La Paz, reconfigured crew repairs boat to chase the dream Whenever you take an adventure, only one thing is certain: You will not come back the same person. After nearly three months of living on the sea and out of much of society’s clutches, all of my priorities have been switched upside down. The things I thought were important have become miniscule; the things I thought were trivial have become monumental. My sense of smell is better. Time has slowed down, and I find myself engaged in lengthy conversations with complete strangers, forgetting all of the other things I was going to get done that day. I have started to respect the ocean, not as some wild sea world to react to, but as an extension of myself. Every time I eat a fish or drink some water, I am taking the ocean in, and, in essence, I become the ocean, and the ocean becomes me. When I first set out to sail around the world, I expected isolated beaches, mellow climates, unknown surf breaks and women in grass skirts singing me to sleep with their ukeleles. I didn’t think about the lulls, the doldrums, the terrifying storms or the dishonest and thieving people met from time to time. I didn’t think about being stuck somewhere because you don’t trust your boat on the ocean and because there is nothing but work to be done. I did not fully grasp the reality of the situation I was putting myself in. At some point there becomes no getting out. Setting a goal like this and then not achieving it would be enough to break a man permanently. On top of that, all of my blood, sweat, tears, work and money goes into my boat, and walking away from it is something I can’t even fathom. The boat is home, and where it goes, I go. In early January we arrived in La Paz, Mexico, after 74 days and about 1,200 nautical miles. Though the four of us shared a common dream, we were all in agreement that the four of us in a 32-foot boat was like putting four slices of bread in a two-slot toaster. It works, but the bread gets squished. The boat we came down on was Eric and Pam’s boat, and at some point, Tyler and I got the feeling that they wanted the boat to themselves and had a different vision for where the boat would go. Tyler and I are determined to make it to the South Pacific this year, and we found a beautiful 35-foot CT Pilothouse Ketch in desperate need of repairs. The boat had been for sale for more than a year. I looked at what money I could scrape together and made an incredibly low offer, less than half the asking price. To my surprise, the buyer accepted. I became a proud and very nervous boat owner. The boat needs a lot of work, and I would not take her out of the bay in the condition she’s in. Luckily for us, La Paz has a community of sailors like no place I have ever seen. There is a wealth of knowledge, and for the price of a beer, I can have an answer for any question from advanced diesel mechanics and marine electrical systems to how to fix a hinge in rotted wood. Because Tyler and I will be doing most of the work ourselves, that knowledge is priceless. I am confident that come April, our boat will take us anywhere and everywhere. Kevin Schank graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010. Follow Schank at www. MoreHandsOnDeck.com]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Far from home, holidays bring unexpected delights</title>
        <description>Eric Elliott watches the sunrise on Christmas morning on Santa Maria Bay, Baja California, Mexico. The crew of the Emma Bell includes Kevin Schank, Pam O’Donnell, Tyler Rowland and Elliott.Courtesy of Kevin Schank On the morning of Christmas Eve, we...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Eric Elliott watches the sunrise on Christmas morning on Santa Maria Bay, Baja California, Mexico. The crew of the Emma Bell includes Kevin Schank, Pam O’Donnell, Tyler Rowland and Elliott.Courtesy of Kevin Schank It finally happened. The unthinkable. The most dangerous and yet unavoidable problem in any long journey. Christmas came, and we got homesick. But this time, going home was not an option. We had to improvise. On the morning of Christmas Eve, we were anchored in a small bay called Santa Maria in Baja California, Mexico. Inaccessible by roads, Santa Maria Bay is home to a small fishing village of just a few houses, which is why we were surprised to be woken up by a panga boat tying up to ours. The fishermen needed four C cell batteries for their spotlights, and we just happened to have exactly four. We didn’t ask anything in return, but they quickly presented us with four large live lobsters. That’s when we had the idea to have the greatest sea feast of all time for our Christmas party. There was one other sailboat nearby. We decided that we would provide the fish and they would do the rest. We spent the day spearfishing for both fish and lobster. I was on a fish spree, and speared a big-eyed jack, two perch and two sand bass. Eric and Tyler went the lobster route. Between our catch and the lobster from the fishermen, we had about 10 lobster and five fish. We packed into our newfound friends’ boat – a couple from Oregon – and they had made a spread of green bean casserole, biscuits, deviled eggs, corn, pineapple and two pies. We had found home far away from home, with the bonus of a seafood feast. We left for Cabo San Lucas on Christmas Day and arrived a few days before New Year’s. There are always special places to be during certain times, and Cabo San Lucas during New Year’s in the early 21st century is one of them. After spending so much time in isolated beaches, we found ourselves surrounded by jet skis, water propulsion jet packs and paragliders. The nightlife was a mix of cheap taco stands and late-night dance parties. Cabo was packed full of people from Canada, the U.S. and Mexico, all gathering with the common goal of bringing in 2014 with a bang. The fireworks were incredible, firing in unison from different locations all over the beach. After everything that has happened to me in 2013, I can only imagine what grand adventures lie ahead this year. Kevin Schank graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010. Follow Schank and the crew of the Emma Bell at www. MoreHandsOnDeck.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>A nighttime scare while sailing to Mexico</title>
        <description>The adventure has begun. There are many ways to travel, each with their own quirks and problems. I have traveled by plane, train, bus, car and ferry. Sailing a small boat with your friends across the Mexican border is a...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[BAHIA TORTUGA, Baja, Mexico – The adventure has begun. There are many ways to travel, each with their own quirks and problems. I have traveled by plane, train, bus, car and ferry. Sailing a small boat with your friends across the Mexican border is a feeling all its own. Decisions must be made constantly to ensure our safe travel and the safety of our boat, the Emma Bell. It is hard and strenuous, but when you anchor in a foreign town and have a cold beer after sleepless nights, you find yourself in a state of accomplished bliss. We had our first scare outside of Ensenada, Mexico. After sailing for hours into 15- to 25-knot winds and against the current to avoid the reefs outside Island Cedros, we could finally start our run south. Nightfall came, and we thought we would have a nice, easy night of cruising to warmer waters. While at the helm steering, I heard metal grinding noises to my right. I could make out dark shapes, and it seemed like we were passing unlit metal buoys in the pitch-dark night. Out of nowhere I felt a thud, and the boat came to a dead stop. The feeling of things going wrong on a boat is scary, and the feeling of things going wrong in the middle of nowhere at night is sheer terror. I looked to my right and saw a rope in the water wrapped around our rudder. This can be no big deal – or a strong gust of wind could come along and the rudder could be ripped off the boat, taking away steering and leaving a big hole in the boat’s hull. Quickly, I woke everyone, took the sails down and changed into a swimsuit and harness ready to do some nighttime dive work. Luckily, a large wave came and knocked us loose. We spent the next hour maneuvering through fishing nets, putting sails up and down and getting stuck on two more lines. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and we were able to watch as the last remnants of civilization we would see for a while slowly drifted away. We stopped in San Quintan Bay, where we spent our days spearfishing. Then we moved on to Bahia Tortuga (Turtle Bay), where we practiced our Spanish and ate from the sea. We met a small group of local surfers who have been taking us surfing with them. One day, we packed nine people and surfboards into our friend Adri’s small pickup truck. We managed to rip through treacherous dirt roads with four people in the bed holding a giant speaker blasting Mexican reggae music. Antonio, who doesn’t surf much, spends the time at the beach foraging for clams, mussels, sea snails and lobster. At night, we have great feasts. The beer isn’t free, but I haven’t paid for a meal since I got here. The people here live well. When I told someone I went to the beach, they asked, “To surf or to eat?” My answer: “Both.” Kevin Schank graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010. Follow Schank and the crew of the Emma Bell at www. MoreHandsOnDeck.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Kindness of others helps launch dream to sail the world</title>
        <description>VENTURA, Calif. – My best friends Eric, Pam, Tyler and I are setting foot on a sailboat to begin sailing to Mexico, and, from there, farther. Our journey started with a wanderlust dream. Late nights sitting around campfires, talking about...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Editor’s note: Kevin Schank, who graduated from Durango High School in 2004 and Fort Lewis College in 2010, is embarking on a trip to sail around the world with friends Eric Elliot, Pam O’Donnell and Tyler Rowland. VENTURA, Calif. – My best friends Eric, Pam, Tyler and I are setting foot on a sailboat to begin sailing to Mexico, and, from there, farther. Our journey started with a wanderlust dream. Late nights sitting around campfires, talking about the most abstract and unreachable adventures possible. I never thought it would actually happen: that I would be at a time and place with the equipment, crew, knowledge and drive to start sailing to other countries. Spending most of our lives landlocked, none of the four of us ever grew up on boats sailing. We were all friends living in Steamboat Springs when we decided to quit our jobs as firefighters and head to the coast of California. In less than two years, we learned to sail across large bodies of water, through shipping lanes and storms, to anchor, to surf and to fish. We have spent the last five months preparing our boat for offshore travel. The Emma Belle is a Columbia 9.6, it measures 31½ feet long and is quite cozy with four people. We refreshed the bottom paint, re-painted the mast, had new chain plates made, had the rigging checked, had a new sail made, cleaned the carburetors in our dinghy motors, replaced parts in the old Volvo diesel engine and made countless other upgrades to the boat. She is now a worthy offshore vessel, and we have all the necessary safety equipment to let us sleep soundly. Many times through the preparation process we were worried about running out of money and not being able to get the things necessary for us to ever leave the harbor. Time and time again, we were astounded at the kindness of the Ventura boating community. More experienced boaters helped us by giving us thousands of dollars in equipment and hundreds of hours of skilled labor. At every roadblock, someone seemed to pop out of nowhere to lend us a hand. Without the support of strangers, our friends and our families, none of this would have been possible. Now, I sit here with less than 24 hours before living a life on the water. I have quit my job, sold much of my most-loved belongings and ended the lease on my house. I am all in, as we all are. A dream that seemed impossible became inevitable. We will be sailing to far away foreign lands and will find out just what restless force it is inside of us that made us want to do this. Follow Kevin Schank and the crew at www. MoreHandsOnDeckHQ.com.]]></content:encoded>
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