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Vintage Travels ~ Guatemala

Lake Atitlan from Casa del Mundo.

A decade ago, we met good friends for a couple of weeks exploring Guatemala. It’s a great way to travel, with friends who know the country well. We went places and saw things we would never have found on our own. And it’s only better when friends have someone to share them with.

Hoping we can get back again soon.

Lake Atitlan from Casa del Mundo.
Sunrise on Atitlan from Casa del Mundo.
Sunrise on Atitlan from Casa del Mundo.
Santiago Atitlan.
Livingston. A half mile walk up the beach takes you to a hotel and small cafe. No access by road.
Down Rio Dulce to Livingston. From a cove of lily pads, a boy and girl paddle up in a dugout to sell crafts.
Around the central square of Solala.
No room inside, riding up top with the luggage.
In Antigua
Calla lilys in a hotel lobby, Antigua.
Back of the cathedral in Guatemala City.
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Retro Repost #17 ~ Contour Lines

Scottsville, Virginia

Shaping and sanding with long board and cabinet scrapers. I prefer scrapers, used on the left side, and the patch in the middle of the sanded side on the right for comparison.

About this this time of year, several years ago.

I remember enjoying this part, though it was a lot of work and seemed to go on forever.

 

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Retro Repost #10 ~ Patuxent River

Melonseed Aeon with her topsail flying.
photo by Kevin Brennan 

 

Today it’s 97 degrees. In the shade.

But back in May of 2013 wind off the still winter-cooled waters of the Patuxent was almost chilly.

I remember well when these pictures were taken. The day was old by the time we all arrived and launched.  Some had been delayed by work or mechanical issues, but the early arrivers content to wait until everyone was ready. The light low as we pulled away from Broome’s Island on the Patuxent. That was the year of the 17 Year Cicadas, and the the water was littered along the way with twittering and buzzing bugs, twitching on the surface in the last throws of their brief and bellicose lives. Many still buzzing in trees along the shore with that throbbing cadence that sounds so Southern to my ears. Big rockfish, already engorged, still half-heartedly rolled the surface to swallow another and submerge.

 

 photo by Kevin Brennan 

 

We were making our way toward Sotterley Creek for the night. A short, easy crossing, and a beautiful evening. Kevin B circled back to check on me, as he often must, and took these wonderful photos as we passed each other. I had the topsail up for the first time, and set unusually well. In the last one, I in my Melonseed and Mike in his Haven crosse a carpet of glitter that quickly turned to gold.

 

photo by Kevin Brennan 

 

The next day we would spend the morning and afternoon ashore, walking the grounds of Sotterley Plantation. An almost magical day, that seemed more dream than real.

Thanks again for the photos, Kevin.

 

 

 

 

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Retro Repost #9 ~ A Row of Boats

Bunked Boats, Morning in Fogg’s Cove
St. Michaels, Maryland 

The light was so beautiful at sunrise on this Saturday morning. So much eye candy for boat lovers.