Coast Guard rescues man as we depart


On Sunday December 12th and Monday the 13th, we finished up some needed repairs on Makara’s fuel tanks.   As forecasted, the wind blew hard from the south during that time. We decided to wait until 11 am on Tuesday at high tide to depart, as the winds were forecast to turn, or “clock” to the west. The previous owner, Tyler, agreed to come along and show us how things worked as we sailed along.

The six-foot waves from the south were tough to sail against, and beating to weather is never fun. We kept on a somewhat comfortable angle to the wind and waves for the rest of the day. We were definitely not heading directly to our destination in Southport, NC but we were sailing! We headed offshore. 

Apparently, a solo sailor on a forty foot boat was about 60 miles offshore and in distress at the same time we were heading out to sea! I can only assume he was heading south like everyone else and was off Cape Hatteras over the weekend’s heavy weather. Anyway, his distress call was heard and he was airlifted as you can see in this video. I could be critical and try to assume why he got into trouble but I’m not going to do that. I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

THEN, about 12 hours later, we spotted flares coming from the direction of Camp Lejeune.  It may have been explosions from military exercises, we don’t know. That’s why when we saw several long-lasting amber flares at about the same time in the direction of the open sea, about 30 or 40 miles offshore, we thought they were more military exercises. Then we heard a call from a passing military vessel by the name of Button. They were asking if we had heard a distress call, as they could not make it out clearly and were no longer getting the transmission. We told him we saw flares but thought they came from them! The radio man aboard the military ship Button said, no, they were not their flares. The flares were well off their stern when they saw them. They then proceeded to relay the distress call to the Coast Guard in Charlotte, SC. They also hailed a freighter that was passing the area where the flares were seen. Because we don’t have a very powerful VHF like a military or Coast Guard vessel does, we didn’t hear any more about those flares. We were too small to assist anyone in that weather so we were not asked to do anything, in case you were wondering if we were supposed to help.

It seems weird there were two emergencies twelve hours apart in the same area. Lindsay mentioned there might have been a mixup in the am and pm of the reporting on this story. There is a very good chance we saw this man’s flares that night. This is quite possibly “b-roll” of previous rescues, as that is in the title on the Coast Guard website. As Captain Ron says “Nobody knows!” 

We are glad he is safe and it is unfortunate he left his vessel at sea. 

Absolutely Nauseating!

Just south of Page, AZ and the slot canyons, just a short walk off to the side of highway 89 is a must-stop point along many travelers’ roadtrips – horseshoe bend in the Colorado River.

In spite of lots of signs warning everyone not to get too close to the edge, as you don’t really know what you’re standing on… many people just wandered straight up to the precipice… of course, not me! I got as close as I could…. TOTALLY AMAZING, BUT ABSOLUTELY NAUSEATING!

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Clearly Tadd’s Not as Scared of Heights as I am!
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Continuing Down 89 Towards the Grand Canyon Portion of The Colorado River
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My First View of the Canyon… and It’s Certainly Grand!

Entering the Grand Canyon National Park from the south eastern end (sadly the north rim was closed already for the winter) the inevitable, but impressive first stop is at the Desert View Watchtower, designed by Mary Elizabeth Jane Colter who is often referred to as the architect of the southwest. She traveled throughout the southwest to find inspiration and authenticity for her buildings. The architecture of the ancestral Puebloan people of the Colorado Plateau served as her model. This particular tower was patterned after those found at Hovenweep and the Round Tower of Mesa Verde. Ms. Colter indicated that it was not a copy of any that she had seen, but rather modeled from several.

The Watchtower, South Rim, Grand Canyon
The Watchtower, South Rim, Grand Canyon
Native-Inspired Interior Decoration of the Watchtower
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First of Quite a Few Amazing Views…
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Bored Yet?
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A Few Clouds Begin to Approach from the South
Something is Definitely Approaching
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The Light was Changing by the Second
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No Avoiding the Rain Now
Elk, Grand Canyon Desert View Road
A Local Guide Said the Rain Brings the Wildlife to the Roadside… no Kidding!

The Arch March

Heading west from Colorado makes travel planning rather hard… too many National Parks to choose from in Utah!

We narrowed it down to the most unique for us and headed north to Arches National Park. Small for the national parks, it had everything we wanted: unusual landscapes, a challenging hike (for us) and a campground… sold!

We arrived late morning, with everything on schedule… until we noticed the sign at the entrance “Campground Full.” Hmmm… really?! We asked just to be sure, and were assured that it had been booked up for 6 months!

We completely failed to notice that as we had been heading west the weather had been getting warmer, which meant that even though it was out of season in the parks of Colorado, Wyoming, and South Dakota… it was very much prime time in Utah. Oh well, we’d do the hike and work out our night’s accommodation later.

We had been building up the hiking gradually… getting older and being out of hiking practice, it was a wise decision. But we felt ready for the 7+ mile hike Tadd had planned for the Arches, “primitive trail” and all…


Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell  Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

It was definitely the most grueling thing we had done so far in the trip. We realized we needed more water containers if we were going to carry on with the hiking thing. And it was totally amazing walking up and down and around the truly alien landscapes of the park, scrambling along rock walls and clambering around mud pits… fantastic!

All that was left at the end of the day, was to work out where to sleep. Moab, the nearby town only offered RV parks right on the side of the main highway… definitely not our thing… so a quick bit of reasearch turned up a national forest campground about 30 miles south. We drove through the darkness, passing all the 18 wheelers careening the opposite direction and then off into the darkness (thank goodness for the newly purchased GPS). We really had no idea where we were until the next morning… not too shabby!



Hunter Canyon Campground, Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell

 Moab, Utah ©Lindsay Carswell



On The Edge

In spite of what a life-long obsession with flying might seem to indicate, I am actually scared of heights! For some reason the man-made wonders of hot air balloons, airplanes, and the mere presence of a steel barrier embolden me, and give me the freedom to enjoy amazing perspectives of the planet, looking out from above.

However, the likes of cliff edges, tiny mountain trails and winding roads with sheer drop-offs, turn my legs to jelly and induce a yucky, nausea in me. It’s something I hate, but which pushes me more to literally go out on the a ledge sometimes… well, if it’s worth it! And the Mesa Verde cliff dwellings were definitely one of those places.

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Spruce Tree House

Some time around the 10th century the natives began moving down from living on the top of the plateau and began the precarious life on the edge. They scuttled up and down ladders, from ridge top field to the next and routinely wandered around next to a huge drop off!

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We had been warned that the entry way to Balcony House was not for the weak-hearted
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Up We Go! (there was the real drop off just below down into the depths of the canyon)
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Self-Named Crazy Ranger Dave
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For Tadd this was a doddle… no mind on the the potential plummet backwards
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Location, location, location… was true even back then
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Little Cliff-top Home
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All kinds of building materials were used… this was pine fronds between stone and wood and morter
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The natural color of the rocks is amazing
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The Front Door! (these people were tiny)
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Grinding Tools
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Looks like good security
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Luckily I’m not claustrophobic too!
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Their communities were dotted all across the cliff tops for miles and miles
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We had hoped to hike down to Square Tower House, but alas no… or thank goodness I didn’t have to scramble over rocks etc
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Amazing they could build this complex a house on the side of a cliff


Million Dollar Moments

After a cosy night in our cabin, we drove down into Boulder to catch up with friends… once again we were having too much fun to remember to take any photos 🙁

We could easily see why the Trimmers decided to move there from Chicago…. we will definitely be back to visit again soon!

Just Wandering Through The Neighbourhood
Just Wandering Through The Neighbourhood

We drove through some amazing highlands in Colorado, with vast pasture surrounded by the picturesque peaks of the Rockies. The clouds came down as we went over the passes.

Rainy Roads of the Highlands
Rainy Roads of the Highlands


We had done our research and were headed southwest from Boulder. A night soggy night in the Curacanti National Recreation Area let us enjoy a short hike in the morning with some signs of autumn and views of the Blue Mesa Reservoir.

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Sunset Over Winnie
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We’ve Been So Lucky With The Weather, So A Night of Rain Was Fine
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Morning Light On The Blue Mesa Reservoir
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Wonderful Light
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The Colours Just Kept Changing
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Blue Mesa – Colorado’s Largest Lake
Cool Rock Formations – Pinnacles of the Mesa
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Finally Some Signs of Fall

Such an amazing and unexpected location, but we were on a mission that day… and we didn’t yet realize how time-sensitive it was. We drove on to Montrose, CO and stopped in for some free WIFI in the parking lot of the McDonalds just to check our directions (our less-than-useless wifi hotspot had failed to provide us with up-to-the-moment navigation, and we had not yet given in to getting a GPS).

But just as we were about to to get on the road to the Million Dollar Highway, we discovered that it was closed!!! We couldn’t believe it… just because it was a weekday… they were doing road works. There was just one chance… if we could make it to Ouray in the next hour, we would be able to catch the lunchtime window (the road workers are literally eating their lunch at the side of the drop-off).

An exciting sprint south and we made it in perfect time… if not, we would have had to spend the day in Ouray (at least they have hot springs!) and wait until the end of the workday, to get through at 5pm… dusk and descending clouds be damned.

It was nothing short of amazing…

The Rockies

Tadd has decided that Colorado is now his favorite state (bad luck Montana!) and I am inclined to agree… we haven’t been able to find an ugly or boring part of it yet!

After a cozy night in our loaner cabin in Estes Park, CO, we woke up to see a small group of Elk crossing the stream behind the cabin. And so it was time to go explore some more of this Elk territory – off to the Rocky Mountain National Park.

As the whole world seemed to be headed up to Bear Lake for the view, we decided to turn back and find our own space… which we did pretty well; not seeing more than a few others on the trail we found along the south side of the Moraine Park.

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Autumn in the Rockies

And autumn means Elk mating season….

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In The Middle There’s a Male Elk “Singing” for All His Worth


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Views and More Views


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I Seem To Find Thistles The World Around


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More Amazing Contrast


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Headed Over The Pass and Down to Boulder


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Last Glimpse

We have fallen in love with the mountains!

The Lows and The Highs

Having left behind the marvels of nature in the Grand Tetons, we headed south then west towards Colorado. We had planned to stop for the night at another wonderfully remote campsite on a hillside… I had even heard there was a possibility of spotting wild horses in the area. However, we changed plans at the the last minute in order to try to catch up with friends back up in the Rockies. So, we found another, less-picturesque spot…


We Weren't The Only Ones There
We Weren’t The Only Ones There

We made good time and shortened our drive for the next day so that we could spend time our friends… but the best laid plans and all that…

Not What We Had Planned for the Day 🙁

At least things worked out better than we initially thought: the very nice tow truck guy, Mr Brown from Jamaica, started out saying that as it was Friday, and Rawlins has 10 times more mechanic work than mechanics, no-one was willing to look at the RV that day… and we had the prospect of spending the WEEKEND in Rawlins, WY… certainly not a destination we had added to our Google Map when we researched the trip!

Luckily Tadd is rather persuasive… and convinced one of the crazily, overworked mechanics in town to have a look at it… it was only electrics after-all. I still wasn’t at all happy, but at least there was free WIFI from the “by-the-hour” motel next to us.

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We lost 4 hours of our day, and limped away with a temporary fix… which meant by the time we got going again, there was no way to make our date in the mountains. But, our friend Kim was kind enough to let us stay in the cabin she wasn’t using that night, so we had a welcoming place ahead of us for the night. This was a particularly good thing, what with all the rain along the way.


Rainy Colorado Highlands
Rainy Colorado Highlands


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The Weather Didn’t Bother The Wildlife


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The Sun Came Back Out The Next Day, Estes Park, CO


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Idlewild by the River, Estes Park, Co

We enjoyed a lovely night with hot showers (as much water as we wanted), TV, unlimited internet and a queen-size bed…. gorgeous!