Have You Ever Lost Your Dinghy?
Have you ever found your dinghy?
Late last night, after rowing our ten-foot inflatable dinghy two-hundred yards through the surf and boisterous bay of Yelapa, Mexico, we finally arrived at Tally Ho, our moored Nauticat 43 sailboat. It was all I could do to stumble aboard with the rest of the inebriated crew, tie the dinghy to the rail, and say nite-nite.
The following day — no dinghy.
“Someone stole the dinghy!” Chava quipped.
“Probably not,” I groaned, my head squeezed in a Racilla hangover-induced vise.
“I’m sure it was the poor excuse of a knot I tied last night,” I added.
We scoured the beautiful Yelapa, Mexico bay, with binoculars yielding zero results.
The raucous crew of Tally Ho consists of Rich, and Laura Brazil, Sal “Chava” Taormina, John “Jack Cravalle” McDill, and Kristy “Christina” McDill. Our eight-day sailing adventure from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, would culminate in Barra de Navidad, two hundred miles south.
We spread the word to everyone we encountered for the duration of the trip — Puerto Vallarta, Yelapa, Chamela, Tenacatita, and Barra de Navidad.
We became “that boat” that lost its’ dinghy.
