San Marcos, "Wrong Way on a One Way Track"
Trip Start Jan 01, 2009
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- originally, this blog began as a log of my sailing journey aboard Maria Eugenia.
The fuel problem was miraculously fixed by a sudden epiphany of mechanical genius- the filters were on backwards! Yes! The filters were on backwards . . .
We burst into the Gulf with the spirit of freed indians. But, about three days into sail we ran into more turmoil. The inverter started to burn. The hull took on water. The engine began to leak oil- LOTS of oil . . .
One thing after another within 24 hours. Me, puking.
And to be honest, this is the very very short version of the whole story.
Needless to say . . . so began the journey back to Rockport, and thus back to Austin. And thus further back to all I meant to leave behind.
We returned to the Space Cave, and found ourselves a practice space where we could set up our instruments- Le Chateau, as it is now named. Christopher and I were loose cannons for a couple weeks, living here and there between the floors of the Space Cave, the seats of our cars, the couches of friends, and the shade of the woods. We made a go at camping by the airport bridge, and the downtown dam at an untimely moment- right before a week of rain. It was a short hike from Le Chateau to the camp of desire, referred to formally as Fish Camp, so we viewed it as a potential home, and Le Chateau as the potential office.
We had only found one way to get to Fish Camp, and it required a river crossing- a river which originally only came up to your knees. However, the night before the predicted week long rain, the nearby dam released the water, and our two foot river crossing suddenly came up to our collarbones. This was a discovered surprise after we hiked from Le Chateau to Fish Camp; so we grinned at each other, and stripped down under a peeking moon, holding our packs above our heads and crossing the river, chests against the current. It was beautiful.
The next morning, we opted to find a dryer route back, and at the beginning of our hike we stumbled upon a hole from which poured forth very, very slowly a set of baby turtles, hatching . . .
And then . . the rain came.
So, we holed up in the Living Room @ the Space Cave, and decided to stay there for the time being, preparing for South by Southwest, or more appropriately, Space by SpaceCave. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7958314.stm. Truly, hilarity . . .
After Space by SpaceCave some of the featured boys- namely the head bobbing ones decided to go on an impromptu tour under the alias Twinkle Twankle. So, they left, and I remained in a desolate backyard with not as much company as I was used to, quietly brooding in my tipii.
Then, I mustered the will to surprise visit them in New Orleans with the companionship of some rockin' road trip ladies, and we stayed in New Orleans over the weekend in our friend's Squat house with them.
We returned to Austin, and since then . . I have moped. So, I decided to leave . . and finally, HERE we are- up to date.
Where I stayed