We (Lisa and Dennis) went to the Purple Onion in Mazatlan
for hamburgers with a small group, and then they all saw us
off around 7:30 PM. Motoring out into a beautiful sunset,
we joined up with our friend Mike on s/v Uhuru, to being crossing
the Sea of Cortez to Baja. Mike is a singlehander (alone on
the boat); a multiday trip can be hard on us, but especially
hard for singlehanders. With another boat nearby, Mike can
sleep a little more, knowing that whoever is on watch on our
boat is keeping an eye out for him too.
About an hour after leaving Mazatlan, I was not feeling particularly
well. The seas were actually not too bad, but sometimes a
certain motion just gets to you, and it got to me - the cheeseburger
I had eaten wasn't helping! After trying half of a scopolamine
patch (for the first time) I dozed for a while, and when I
woke, I was feeling much better. Dennis and I joked about
coming up with a poem to lift Mike's spirits during the long
night. Lying in the cockpit, looking up at the blanket of
stars in 80-degree weather, I was inspired by my brush with
near-seasickness and dictated the following poem to Dennis,
who then read it to Mike over the VHF radio.
Cheeseburgers & Onions, the Second Time Around
Cheese, onions and that old beef ground
Isn't very pretty, the second time around
Oh, it's quite delicious, that first bite or two
When you are oblivious to what the seas will do!
It's gooey and chewey as it slides down your throat
Without a thought or care of how it comes back on the boat
The swells rise and fall, without a thought at all
Of the bubbles and the roil of all those fries in oil.
But alas, our medical technology
Gave us patch scopolamine
And it seems that a cure can be found
For cheeseburgers and onions the second time around!