December 9 - 12, 2006
We depart at ohdarkthirty (before dawn) heading on a direct route to Mazatlan 384 nautical miles on a bearing of 135 degrees. A gorgeous sunrise, and hot and sunny weather. Reading in the cockpit, with cocktails, yahoo! We actually have to steer a bit to the west to get around the headland of Topolabampo and to stay out of the shipping lanes and shrimp fleets, as this is a major Mexican port. The first 36 hours we motorsail in light and variable winds and average about 5 knots. At sunset two brown footed boobies via for a position atop the mast for an evening trip to ???? Dick's concern about the size of these guys sitting up there potentially damaging the aerial, my concern is more basic than that big birds = big poop. So, no damage to the aerial and no big poop, however, one of the big guys fell from his perch landing on the side deck, where Dick was dozing on watch and was startled by the thump of our passenger. Needless to say, he was wide awake for the rest of his 9-midnight watch.
The second day once again provided us with another spectacular sunset, and suggested another gorgeous day, not so, the wind and waves start to pick up and we hoist the ¾ jib to maintain speed and cut the engine to idle as we are using autopilot and radar and want to keep the batteries right up. Although we got a little sleep the first night, the second night it was only possible to get a little rest on the cabin sole. Next day continued as boisterously as the previous night and continu
ed until late in the day.
ed until late in the day. We made good progress under sail alone. Conditions started to moderate after sunset the third day and as we closed with the shore the waves eased as well and the swell became more regular. Still not much sleeping going on and so by the time we were 10 miles out of Mazatlan, navigation became somewhat challenging. While we knew precisely where we were, (in the cockpit) the location of the marina entrance was somewhat elusive. We had a little man overboard drill as we lost a fender. Dick could do the math for a reciprocal course but just barely.
Another gorgeous sunrise as we approach Mazatlan
December 12-24 2006
We finally arrived and headed for the fuel dock at Marina El Cid. Conditions at Marina Mazatlan where we had such a good time last year, seem to have deteriorated under new ownership. We are now at B 13 (if you look closely, Blue is tucked in there) in El Cid and enjoying the many facilities. Numerous pools and a hot tub, many local restaurants and shopping and of course meeting lots of people including new friends and old. Activities are planned as quoted by one of our cruising buddies, Eleanor off Red Pepper, between breakfast, bingo and Mexican Train.
Boat jobs take up the early part of each day and then there is the inevitable game of Mexican train, local Christmas pageants, and pot luck dinners. Major jobs include dinghy repair and found an additional 100 litre fuel tank so no more jerry jugs on deck.
Temperatures have been cooler the last couple of days. Mid 70’s and down to 55ish at night. We even have had a couple of rainstorms, which we have never seen before in Mexico.
We're getting the final bits gathered together for the grand Canadian Potluck Xmas Dinner (About 40 Canucks plus a few invited Gringos). I've been assigned veggies (there are advantages to being one of the smallest yachts in the fleet, no expectation of turkey cooking capabilities. Wish Lane was here to make her famous cheese sauce for the broccoli, cauliflower and carrots combo I have in mind.I've got the 18" tree up and decorated, it is secured to the compression post (the post that supports the mast in the salon) with string and our magnetic Santa and Santa's helper mounted atop the Xmas tree sort of like a tree top decoration. The lights we had around the window in the La Penita, hotel room last year are strung around the canopy and hard top in competition with the other vessels who have busily strung lights from every forestay, backstay and any other surface they can find. It actually looks very lovely and being dwarfed in our attempts by the neighbors is just fine.
I'm going to get Dick a wax and polish of the hull for Xmas. Anyway, there won't be a lot of paper to pick up and recycle this year after the gifts are unwrapped. As Dick is getting me a 'serious radio' which will arrive on Jan. 4th with Keith from (Victoria Dos) is returning from Alberta.
In the meantime there is a lot of caroling (glad I brought my pitchpipe) and eggnog to spare.
Boat jobs take up the early part of each day and then there is the inevitable game of Mexican train, local Christmas pageants, and pot luck dinners. Major jobs include dinghy repair and found an additional 100 litre fuel tank so no more jerry jugs on deck.
Temperatures have been cooler the last couple of days. Mid 70’s and down to 55ish at night. We even have had a couple of rainstorms, which we have never seen before in Mexico.
We're getting the final bits gathered together for the grand Canadian Potluck Xmas Dinner (About 40 Canucks plus a few invited Gringos). I've been assigned veggies (there are advantages to being one of the smallest yachts in the fleet, no expectation of turkey cooking capabilities. Wish Lane was here to make her famous cheese sauce for the broccoli, cauliflower and carrots combo I have in mind.I've got the 18" tree up and decorated, it is secured to the compression post (the post that supports the mast in the salon) with string and our magnetic Santa and Santa's helper mounted atop the Xmas tree sort of like a tree top decoration. The lights we had around the window in the La Penita, hotel room last year are strung around the canopy and hard top in competition with the other vessels who have busily strung lights from every forestay, backstay and any other surface they can find. It actually looks very lovely and being dwarfed in our attempts by the neighbors is just fine.
I'm going to get Dick a wax and polish of the hull for Xmas. Anyway, there won't be a lot of paper to pick up and recycle this year after the gifts are unwrapped. As Dick is getting me a 'serious radio' which will arrive on Jan. 4th with Keith from (Victoria Dos) is returning from Alberta.
In the meantime there is a lot of caroling (glad I brought my pitchpipe) and eggnog to spare.
Feliz Navidad Prospero ano y felicdad, to all.
Journal 11
25 March 2006
We departed from La Paz heading north on the final leg. Our first day we motorsailed in company with Norm a singlehander from Victoria on a Vancouver 27 called Anya. Dolphins accompanied and a lone ray leapt and flopped us out of La Paz. We anchored early that day at a lovely spot called Ensenada de la Partida. We bought a fillet of grouper from a local fisherman and had Norm over for dinner.
26 March
After a calm night we bid Norm adieu as he returned to La Paz to put Anya up on the hard. We left later that morning and actually flew our spinnaker all the way to the next anchorage at Evaristo. The fishing village of Evaristo reminds me of a mini Turtle Bay. The prevailing winds are from the NW which is the way we are headed, but today we had a light following breeze and one of the best sails ever. Another cruiser in the anchorage dropped off a fish he had caught earlier that day. So another feast of fish, this time we put our hand to making fish tacos.
Friends Rich and Annette on Came to Believe (Morgan OI 41) from Seattle met us there and came over for cocktails in the cockpit.
We have been towing the dinghy on this stretch, as all the anchorages require some transportation to land. Each tine we leave we have to hoist the outboard onto a bracket on the stern rail and Maureen and I are quite coordinated in accomplishing this in a minute or so.
27 March
Don the weather guru on the Amigo net (8122 kHz at 0715) says the wind will stay in the south so we move on. It was a rolly uncomfortable place to anchor anyway. We sail off with CTB and end up in the North arm of the bay at Agua Verde. As the name implies the water is an incredible green. All our friends who have sailed here before have said this is a place not to be missed and they were right. We stayed here for 2 days with CTB and took pictures and generally fooled around. The afternoon winds (Cozumel winds) on the first day had us uncomfortably close to another cruiser and after much whining I convinced Dick that we needed to move and in the process we sustained our first boating accident. Dick got his left hand caught in the chain gypsy of the winch. In true cruiser fashion, a number of fellow boaters were over with ice and assistance. Dick’s injury was painful but only bruised and scraped. The ice became particularly handy in the G&T required as an anesthetic.
I realized it was time to really fix the winch and so I invented a chain stripper that really works. Should have done that months ago, of course, but never really had the incentive. Now the windlass really works like it is supposed to.
March 28, 2006
Happy Bday, Florence
29 March
Left the anchorage at about 0900 and headed North. By 1030 the wind was 25 knots from the west and really nasty. At 1130 it was back down to 10 knots from the NW and we motored on to Puerto Escondido, BCS. This strange little hole in the wall is not to be confused with the port of the same name a thousand miles south. There is nothing here, but ‘big’ plans to build a marina and a huge housing tract. By the looks of the infrastructure, this plan has been in place for a lot of years as the curbs and sidewalks are all crumbling but no houses have been built and there is not even a little tienda. The ‘marina ‘ is under construction but there is only a seawall and a few mooring buoys so far. Still it is regarded as the best place to sit out a hurricane on the Baja coast, but that is not on our agenda. We met some cruiser folks at the ‘yacht club’ practicing for a band concert but don’t know how many attendees they will have. The big deal here is going to be Loreto Fest in early May, but we won’t be around for it.
Fidele is here, and they are planning to head out directly for San Carlos.
30 March
Motored on to Ballandra Bay, which is across a 10-mile channel from Loreto. Entered a beautiful quiet bay on Isla Carmen and stayed in perfect calm with CTB and a few other boats. We have now come 140 nm from La Paz and have about 120 to go to San Carlos. We get ready for an overnight passage by rolling up the dinghy on deck and getting all secured below as this is going to be heading straight north on a course of 000 degrees for 24 hours or more.
31 March
We leave early and have an escort of dozens of dolphins, obviously on a mission, no playing in our wake. The wake they leave could easily been that of a small motor boat. We motorsail most of the day with a light NW wind and manage to keep fairly close to our course. By midnight however the wind is up over 20 knots and building.
1 April
This is not fun. At 0600 it is daylight and we are near the city but we cannot find the entrance to the bay. The real charts are very small scale and notoriously inaccurate with respect to GPS positions. And the cruising guides are better but do not seem to match what we see from the water. We are tired and the wind is 25 knots from the north and all we want to do is get the anchor down and sleep. We know where we are but we do not know where the harbor entrance is. Finally we make our way in closer to shore with reference to a distinctive rock pile called Tetas de Cabra (goat teats) which we use to find a very narrow inlet to the Bahia de San Carlos. The marina here is crowded and we are told there is no slip for us and they do not know when or if there will be one. Great. We don't care. We see Frank on Chevalita anchored in the bay and so we join him and about 50 other boats on the hook. We toss out 150 feet of chain in 30 feet of water and hit the bunk at 0930. It is blowing 30 knots with higher gusts. Happy April Fool’s Day.
1400 we wake up and find Chevalita closer to us than when we went unconscious and the wind still blowing. We are dragging and 30 knots or not we have to re-anchor. Maureen is spectacular at driving Blue into the wind and spreading chain in the locker below while I raise the anchor. The new stripper is working flawlessly and makes the job much easier. We reset in a spot a little further out as it has better holding bottom. Just then CTB arrives. They have been out in this ‘interesting’ weather 6 hours longer than we have as we left Ballandra at the same time. Their IQ is changing inversely with time spent in 30 knots+. They anchor nearby and sleep for 16 hours.
2-3 April
Many little challenges as we settle in. The dinghy has a hole, which we fix, and we eventually figure out the wind patterns. It is very calm from sunset to about noon as the easterly land breeze flows against the westerly prevailing winds. It gets pretty hot as we are now in desert country on the ‘mainland’ side of the Sea of Cortez. From noon to 1800 it blows like stink starting at 15 and usually working up to a steady 30 knots and gusts to 40. Then back to nothing at sun down.
We still cannot get into the marina so we arrange to simply have Blue hauled out on Monday evening high tide. We would have very few opportunities to do this as there is only one high tide per day this month and most are at night and lots of them are already booked. So we end up in the work yard at Marina Seca and live in the yard on board as we have power and water and showers at the main building. We have much work to do to get Blue ready for summer storage in the intense heat and dryness over the next 6 months. 45 degrees and 0 relative humidity. This is really a desert. Place to be if somewhat dusty.
April 4 to 18
Happy Bday, Donna
We spend time with other cruisers as we get accustomed to sleeping with no movement and waiting for the bow to turn into the wind. Things are pretty shaky at first as we gradually get our land legs. Our main tasks are to get everything off the decks and washed and put away, and then do some touch ups on the paint. Sounds simple but we have to work hard for over a week to get done. We have taken some side trips into Guaymas which is an interesting town and also to the San Carlos commercial centre. Spending time with Duey and Nan of The Great Escape is beneficial as they have a car and teach us a great deal about the area. We have also met Joy and Buzz who have a condo here and have become good friends and also a great help.
April 8, 2006
Happy Bday, Linda and Diane
The weather is getting really hot so we find that getting up early and having a few hours work done before about 1100 is really efficient. On Wednesday April 12 the town starts to shut down for Semana Santos. We discover that this is a festival that continues to Easter Sunday and consists of thousands of young people in a contest to see how little clothing the girls can wear and how much beer the boys can drink while slowly cruising the 15km stretch from Guaymas to Marina Real. Towards dark they slow down even more and half the vehicles are parked on the roadside covered by their occupants. It seems there are about 6 per car and 8 per pickup and every other sort of vehicle from dune buggy to surf board is represented. The beer vendors at the roadside stands do a brisk trade and there is a uniform of some sort stationed every 50 m or so. The music starts about 2000 and continues to 0500. The next day it all starts over about noon.
April 13, 2006
Happy Bday, Kyle
Here is a bit of trivia: Did you know that Easter Sunday is the first Sunday following the first full moon after the Spring solstice. What a curious mix of pagan and Christian events.
We have now got all our travel arrangements made and it will take us three days and car, bus, plane and ferry to get back. It should be an interesting trip, and it seems strange that this turns out to be a very efficient way to do it, but on to the adventure. We are looking forward to seeing everyone and expect to be back about noon on the 20th, but first we have to move Blue from the work yard to the storage yard and complete the decommissioning. See you all soon.
April 17
The big day has finally arrived and we have gotten Blue moved into the storage yard. She is secured between fou 4” pipes and several jack stands and chains so that even a hurricane couldn’t move her. We have covered with tarps to try to reduce the heat and shut all the through hulls and taped them shut so bugs can’t get in. Several large pails of water are inside to try to keep the humidity up and traps set to catch stray bugs.
By 5:30 we are tired and showered. We are picked up by Buzz and Joy and have a final dinner before catching the bus in Guaymas. The bus is only an hour late and an uneventful 8 hour ride later we are in Tucson.
April 18
Tucson is hot at 7:30 in the morning and we finally get a cab to a hotel where the friendly staff give us breakfast and a room which is lovely. Shower and sleep and by 1 PM we are looking for lunch. We found a bus that goes somewhere and take the number 6 north bound to see where it goes. Tucson is a really large spread out city of about 700,000 with a lot of empty spaces between housing developments. There is some industry here and a lot of movie making activity. We get the Cook’s tour from some of the more interesting and colourful passengers on the bus and end up at a very large mall and hour later. We do a little shopping for some food and drink and take the return trip of an hour to the hotel in the airport area.
April 20
By noon we are on a really inexpensive Air Alaska flight to Seattle. Downtown Seattle is as vibrant as ever and we will return soon for a longer stay. There is a lovely old hotel on 9th street called the Camlin. It has been rebuilt by Worldmark and is now a timeshare.
April 21
The 8 AM sailing of the Victoria Clipper is a sellout and we are glad we booked tickets a couple weeks ago. Crowded or not the cat makes 33 knots on its way across the Strait of Juan de Fuca and we close the circle on our 9 month voyage while still on water. The last 2000 miles were quicker than the first 4000 by a long shot and we are glad to be home. Dick’s brother Gery and wife Barbara picked us up at the ferry terminal and brought us home and helped us start to get set up for life in the fast lane. So far we have internet, cable TV and got the car insured and running. Now that our dinghy is back in the water we can get groceries and maybe a telephone. The cruising life in the Mexican sun seems very far away and we are definitely not done with it.
We departed from La Paz heading north on the final leg. Our first day we motorsailed in company with Norm a singlehander from Victoria on a Vancouver 27 called Anya. Dolphins accompanied and a lone ray leapt and flopped us out of La Paz. We anchored early that day at a lovely spot called Ensenada de la Partida. We bought a fillet of grouper from a local fisherman and had Norm over for dinner.
26 March
After a calm night we bid Norm adieu as he returned to La Paz to put Anya up on the hard. We left later that morning and actually flew our spinnaker all the way to the next anchorage at Evaristo. The fishing village of Evaristo reminds me of a mini Turtle Bay. The prevailing winds are from the NW which is the way we are headed, but today we had a light following breeze and one of the best sails ever. Another cruiser in the anchorage dropped off a fish he had caught earlier that day. So another feast of fish, this time we put our hand to making fish tacos.
Friends Rich and Annette on Came to Believe (Morgan OI 41) from Seattle met us there and came over for cocktails in the cockpit.
We have been towing the dinghy on this stretch, as all the anchorages require some transportation to land. Each tine we leave we have to hoist the outboard onto a bracket on the stern rail and Maureen and I are quite coordinated in accomplishing this in a minute or so.
27 March
Don the weather guru on the Amigo net (8122 kHz at 0715) says the wind will stay in the south so we move on. It was a rolly uncomfortable place to anchor anyway. We sail off with CTB and end up in the North arm of the bay at Agua Verde. As the name implies the water is an incredible green. All our friends who have sailed here before have said this is a place not to be missed and they were right. We stayed here for 2 days with CTB and took pictures and generally fooled around. The afternoon winds (Cozumel winds) on the first day had us uncomfortably close to another cruiser and after much whining I convinced Dick that we needed to move and in the process we sustained our first boating accident. Dick got his left hand caught in the chain gypsy of the winch. In true cruiser fashion, a number of fellow boaters were over with ice and assistance. Dick’s injury was painful but only bruised and scraped. The ice became particularly handy in the G&T required as an anesthetic.
I realized it was time to really fix the winch and so I invented a chain stripper that really works. Should have done that months ago, of course, but never really had the incentive. Now the windlass really works like it is supposed to.
March 28, 2006
Happy Bday, Florence
29 March
Left the anchorage at about 0900 and headed North. By 1030 the wind was 25 knots from the west and really nasty. At 1130 it was back down to 10 knots from the NW and we motored on to Puerto Escondido, BCS. This strange little hole in the wall is not to be confused with the port of the same name a thousand miles south. There is nothing here, but ‘big’ plans to build a marina and a huge housing tract. By the looks of the infrastructure, this plan has been in place for a lot of years as the curbs and sidewalks are all crumbling but no houses have been built and there is not even a little tienda. The ‘marina ‘ is under construction but there is only a seawall and a few mooring buoys so far. Still it is regarded as the best place to sit out a hurricane on the Baja coast, but that is not on our agenda. We met some cruiser folks at the ‘yacht club’ practicing for a band concert but don’t know how many attendees they will have. The big deal here is going to be Loreto Fest in early May, but we won’t be around for it.
Fidele is here, and they are planning to head out directly for San Carlos.
30 March
Motored on to Ballandra Bay, which is across a 10-mile channel from Loreto. Entered a beautiful quiet bay on Isla Carmen and stayed in perfect calm with CTB and a few other boats. We have now come 140 nm from La Paz and have about 120 to go to San Carlos. We get ready for an overnight passage by rolling up the dinghy on deck and getting all secured below as this is going to be heading straight north on a course of 000 degrees for 24 hours or more.
31 March
We leave early and have an escort of dozens of dolphins, obviously on a mission, no playing in our wake. The wake they leave could easily been that of a small motor boat. We motorsail most of the day with a light NW wind and manage to keep fairly close to our course. By midnight however the wind is up over 20 knots and building.
1 April
This is not fun. At 0600 it is daylight and we are near the city but we cannot find the entrance to the bay. The real charts are very small scale and notoriously inaccurate with respect to GPS positions. And the cruising guides are better but do not seem to match what we see from the water. We are tired and the wind is 25 knots from the north and all we want to do is get the anchor down and sleep. We know where we are but we do not know where the harbor entrance is. Finally we make our way in closer to shore with reference to a distinctive rock pile called Tetas de Cabra (goat teats) which we use to find a very narrow inlet to the Bahia de San Carlos. The marina here is crowded and we are told there is no slip for us and they do not know when or if there will be one. Great. We don't care. We see Frank on Chevalita anchored in the bay and so we join him and about 50 other boats on the hook. We toss out 150 feet of chain in 30 feet of water and hit the bunk at 0930. It is blowing 30 knots with higher gusts. Happy April Fool’s Day.
1400 we wake up and find Chevalita closer to us than when we went unconscious and the wind still blowing. We are dragging and 30 knots or not we have to re-anchor. Maureen is spectacular at driving Blue into the wind and spreading chain in the locker below while I raise the anchor. The new stripper is working flawlessly and makes the job much easier. We reset in a spot a little further out as it has better holding bottom. Just then CTB arrives. They have been out in this ‘interesting’ weather 6 hours longer than we have as we left Ballandra at the same time. Their IQ is changing inversely with time spent in 30 knots+. They anchor nearby and sleep for 16 hours.
2-3 April
Many little challenges as we settle in. The dinghy has a hole, which we fix, and we eventually figure out the wind patterns. It is very calm from sunset to about noon as the easterly land breeze flows against the westerly prevailing winds. It gets pretty hot as we are now in desert country on the ‘mainland’ side of the Sea of Cortez. From noon to 1800 it blows like stink starting at 15 and usually working up to a steady 30 knots and gusts to 40. Then back to nothing at sun down.
We still cannot get into the marina so we arrange to simply have Blue hauled out on Monday evening high tide. We would have very few opportunities to do this as there is only one high tide per day this month and most are at night and lots of them are already booked. So we end up in the work yard at Marina Seca and live in the yard on board as we have power and water and showers at the main building. We have much work to do to get Blue ready for summer storage in the intense heat and dryness over the next 6 months. 45 degrees and 0 relative humidity. This is really a desert. Place to be if somewhat dusty.
April 4 to 18
Happy Bday, Donna
We spend time with other cruisers as we get accustomed to sleeping with no movement and waiting for the bow to turn into the wind. Things are pretty shaky at first as we gradually get our land legs. Our main tasks are to get everything off the decks and washed and put away, and then do some touch ups on the paint. Sounds simple but we have to work hard for over a week to get done. We have taken some side trips into Guaymas which is an interesting town and also to the San Carlos commercial centre. Spending time with Duey and Nan of The Great Escape is beneficial as they have a car and teach us a great deal about the area. We have also met Joy and Buzz who have a condo here and have become good friends and also a great help.
April 8, 2006
Happy Bday, Linda and Diane
The weather is getting really hot so we find that getting up early and having a few hours work done before about 1100 is really efficient. On Wednesday April 12 the town starts to shut down for Semana Santos. We discover that this is a festival that continues to Easter Sunday and consists of thousands of young people in a contest to see how little clothing the girls can wear and how much beer the boys can drink while slowly cruising the 15km stretch from Guaymas to Marina Real. Towards dark they slow down even more and half the vehicles are parked on the roadside covered by their occupants. It seems there are about 6 per car and 8 per pickup and every other sort of vehicle from dune buggy to surf board is represented. The beer vendors at the roadside stands do a brisk trade and there is a uniform of some sort stationed every 50 m or so. The music starts about 2000 and continues to 0500. The next day it all starts over about noon.
April 13, 2006
Happy Bday, Kyle
Here is a bit of trivia: Did you know that Easter Sunday is the first Sunday following the first full moon after the Spring solstice. What a curious mix of pagan and Christian events.
We have now got all our travel arrangements made and it will take us three days and car, bus, plane and ferry to get back. It should be an interesting trip, and it seems strange that this turns out to be a very efficient way to do it, but on to the adventure. We are looking forward to seeing everyone and expect to be back about noon on the 20th, but first we have to move Blue from the work yard to the storage yard and complete the decommissioning. See you all soon.
April 17
The big day has finally arrived and we have gotten Blue moved into the storage yard. She is secured between fou 4” pipes and several jack stands and chains so that even a hurricane couldn’t move her. We have covered with tarps to try to reduce the heat and shut all the through hulls and taped them shut so bugs can’t get in. Several large pails of water are inside to try to keep the humidity up and traps set to catch stray bugs.
By 5:30 we are tired and showered. We are picked up by Buzz and Joy and have a final dinner before catching the bus in Guaymas. The bus is only an hour late and an uneventful 8 hour ride later we are in Tucson.
April 18
Tucson is hot at 7:30 in the morning and we finally get a cab to a hotel where the friendly staff give us breakfast and a room which is lovely. Shower and sleep and by 1 PM we are looking for lunch. We found a bus that goes somewhere and take the number 6 north bound to see where it goes. Tucson is a really large spread out city of about 700,000 with a lot of empty spaces between housing developments. There is some industry here and a lot of movie making activity. We get the Cook’s tour from some of the more interesting and colourful passengers on the bus and end up at a very large mall and hour later. We do a little shopping for some food and drink and take the return trip of an hour to the hotel in the airport area.
April 20
By noon we are on a really inexpensive Air Alaska flight to Seattle. Downtown Seattle is as vibrant as ever and we will return soon for a longer stay. There is a lovely old hotel on 9th street called the Camlin. It has been rebuilt by Worldmark and is now a timeshare.
April 21
The 8 AM sailing of the Victoria Clipper is a sellout and we are glad we booked tickets a couple weeks ago. Crowded or not the cat makes 33 knots on its way across the Strait of Juan de Fuca and we close the circle on our 9 month voyage while still on water. The last 2000 miles were quicker than the first 4000 by a long shot and we are glad to be home. Dick’s brother Gery and wife Barbara picked us up at the ferry terminal and brought us home and helped us start to get set up for life in the fast lane. So far we have internet, cable TV and got the car insured and running. Now that our dinghy is back in the water we can get groceries and maybe a telephone. The cruising life in the Mexican sun seems very far away and we are definitely not done with it.
Journal 10
February 14 – 26 2006,
Puerto Vallarta
The weather has been consistently hot and sunny during the day cooling off in the evenings for a good sleep. The humidity is increasing and apparently will continue to increase as the summer months heat this place up. I can’t say that I miss the snow, or the rain.
We celebrated Valentine’s having a dinner out at a local restaurant with Vision (Kerry & Jan) a New Zealand registered boat and Mopion (John & Rosie), a great meal and interesting conversation with cruisers.
During our stay at Paradise Village Marina we did a couple of day trips into Puerto Vallarta to visit Dick’s cousin Harvey and his wife Helen from Gull Lake, MB. Harvey and Helen were staying in old town PV (our personal favorite part of town) for a month. I think this was there 10th time down to PV and had a number of friends staying at the same hotel. Our visits though brief were pleasant. This was my first introduction to another one of the Dueck’s. Harvey is Hartley’s twin and wasn’t difficult for me to identify on the beach sitting under a palapa with #48 sunscreen, large brimmed hat and even though he had been in the southern climes for 2 weeks was still a brilliant shade of white (carne blanco). The physical resemblance and similarities in personal characteristics left no doubt to whose twin.
We met up with Apache II and Ole (Keith and Donna) early in our stay and spent some quality time with Ole (cocktail hour(s), and club BBQ) with these friends who ended up leaving to return to Mazatlan after only a few days in the marina.
A few days later Mopion arrived and we had recently discovered Vision at another marina while on a dingy tour of the estuary. So in cruiser fashion, at the evening cocktail party, we planned a day trip into Marina Vallarta with Seadater, Vision and Mopion. We were pleasantly surprised, though we’ve been to the marina before, this trip we discovered a couple of art shops that featured amazingly talented local artisans. Now, if there was a blank 10’ x 10’ wall available on Blue I’d have the perfect hanging, as well, I could have easily tiled the ‘galley’ with some gorgeous hand painted ceramic tiles.
A panga trip with another cruiser, Sparky, who we knew of only by reputation from PMYC in Marina del Rey, to La Cruz gave us the opportunity to meet up with our friend Larry. Larry, who had been anchored in La Cruz because of a fuel pump problem, was awaiting parts that were being transported by our friends Ruth and James from Wpg. Getting parts in Mexico can sometimes be a challenge, this was one of those times. Larry’s son in Victoria was able to get the parts then he had a courier forward them to Ruth in Wpg. she ended up bringing them down in her luggage. This was actually a rather simply solution. It’s all in the timing. Anyway, Larry had spent considerable time in La Cruz and was able to provide us with a tour of La Cruz then the three of us hopped a bus back towards PV and checked out Bucerias looking for suitable accommodations for our now mutual friends. We found a nice hotel and some great restaurants in the more Mexican part of Bucerias.
February 21, 2006
We met Ruth and James at the airport in PV, and hopped a bus back to Bucerias. A really charming town with a lot of Mexico still in it. After getting settled into their hotel, unloading their luggage of the dozens of books they brought down for us and Larry’s fuel pump parts repacked into our knapsack we headed out for a tour of the town. We grabbed some dinner from one of the little places that had been recommended. Dick and I loaded down with a month of reading material headed back to Paradise Village. A good deal for us, as we exchange a suitcase full of books for a suitcase full of our winter clothes to go back to Wpg.
February 22, 2006
The waiting for Blue’s transmission to be rebuilt and the fabrication of the drive plate is over. Dick was fortunate to find a guy ‘Tony’ the transmission magician, who specializes in Hurth transmissions do the deed. He was able to rebuild the broken parts and Dick was able to reinstall the new bits getting us out of the Marina and onto our next adventure.
February 23, 2006
The fuel pump parts exchange is made! Introductions are made and we’re off for an adventure.
Larry, Ruth and James joined us on a day trip, using the local bus service, Pacifico, up to La Penita to take in Market day and a reunion with George, Georgie and Marta at the Hotel California. While we were there we met up with a number of folks we had met earlier this year (Tim & Cathy), and some old acquaintances (Carlotta, and “Jersey”) who not only had we met the year previous so had Larry. So it truly was a reunion of sorts.
February 24, 2006
A great day for a day sail, sunny and light to moderate winds little swell. Our day sail out with Ruth on the tiller and Dick and James being deck baubles on the fore deck until the wind picked up and there was a little spray coming over the bow and diluting their beer. James was sure he had spotted a whale, and we humored him with his discovery. We had an opportunity to give the transmission a trial run as we came into dock at yet our now fourth berth in the marina. Upon our return to the marina, we did a dingy tour of the estuary spotting various birds and even a baby crocodile. Dinner at the yacht club and Ruth and James hopped the shuttle bus back to their hotel.
February 26, 2006
Sunshine, no wind, Ruth and James join us for our motor over to La Cruz. Dick on tiller, Ruth and James, deck baubles on the fore deck. No chance of spillage or diluting of the cervazas today. We’ll anchor here for a few days before we head back to Mazatlan and points north.
A dingy ride to shore, a jam session, and a serving of some really good BBQ’d ribs and chicken at one of the local watering holes. A good time is had by all we bid adieu to our friends as the head back to Bucerias and we head back to Blue, on the hook.
February 27, 2006
A bumpy night on the hook.
Plenty of sunshine and a dingy ride to shore to meet up with Ruth and James for one more visit before they head back to the great white north.
On our dingy ride to shore I spied these little brown tips sticking up in the water, as we got closer we discovered that there were half a dozen or so of these baby rays with the tips of their wings sticking out of the water. They were just slightly larger than the size of your hand, looking very much like what I remember seeing large oak leaves that had been blown into a puddle in the fall.
A tour of La Cruz includes a trip to a couple of art shops. I learn ‘tons’ about the local artisans and am grateful for having had the opportunity to spend the time touring the town.
Farewell to Ruth and James!
We meet up with some old cruiser friends; Veleda has just come up from Barra de Navidad and Tenicateta, Came to Believe (Rich and Annette), Quayak (Richard and Betsy). A brief rendezvous aboard Veleda, as we plan to head out early the following morning.
February 28, 2006-March 1, 2006
Sunshine, following seas, and we’re on our way. As we leave the anchorage we hear DaJu II on the VHF and pass in the channel as they go into LaCruz. We haven’t seen or heard from Dave and Judy, since we shared our spirit breaking passage on the outside of the Baja back in December. It was good to hear their voices as we had heard rumors that they were not going to continue their voyage.
Sea Turtles, rays, and whales join us on our 35hr. passage north. We motor sail the entire way, with very light winds and little swell. A great way to head north. Our first overnighter since heading to Isla Isabella, with buddies. I miss not only the buddy boats but also my night visitors while on my watches. There have been no birds, or dolphins/porpoises for company. Fortunately, uneventful on all fronts.
Three whales got my attention our second morning out. It was sunny and already really warm, I hadn’t bothered with my tether as the seas were flat like a pancake and we were just motor sailing along. Dick was down below catching a few much-needed zees. I was engrossed in one of my newly acquired novels when I heard and then smelled the breath of a whale, as I looked up there were two whales just about to dive, under the boat, they were sooooooo close I started hollering for Dick. All the stories I had heard about the damage that could be done to vessels and the people aboard created more than just a little concern. So, I’m hollering for Dick as they slid under the boat, my anxiety has escalated and I’m convinced that there will be some serious damage. As Dick came up and was standing on the ladder, In retrospect it would probably have wiser not to have him mid way up the ladder when what I expected was that we were going to be whacked and tossed about by one of these beauties. Anyway, by the time he got up top, and the whales surfaced, not two but three of them surfaced and went merrily on their way. We were untouched, unharmed, and no longer concerned. That was my closest encounter with whales, I could see the scar on the back of the lead whale as he slipped under the surface of the water.
We arrived at the entrance to the harbour of Marina Mazatlan just before sunset. This passage has been so gentle and there has been nothing, with the exception of the exhilaration of the whales’ appearance to spice up the trip. So now as we run out of sunlight we run out of diesel. Not a huge delay but enough to cause a little stress as we come into the familiar surroundings of the marina. We’re back on dock 7 and have moved down one slip from 3 to 2. It’s good to be home.
March 2-15, 2006
Mazatlan
Sunshine and increased humidity.
There are lots of fellow cruisers who have returned to Mazatlan, from passages south prior to heading north into the Sea of Cortez as we have. We’re all waiting for the right weather window before heading out, getting all our provisions and just enjoying the hospitality of this place.
There are all kinds of activities both in town and around the marinas. One of the more popular attractions is a local watering hole “Canucks”. Canucks is owned by yes, a Canadian formerly from Wpg. Monday nights are open mike and a good time is had by all. This particular Monday night had the usual evening of dining, dancing and libations. An evening filled with various groups, solo acts, some good and some not so good a bunch of us headed back to the marina in true Mexican style. Piling as many people into the back of a collectivo, driving at or near the speed of light in heavy traffic, while pounding out musica at just less than 10 decibels below deafening. The similarity between the collectivos in La Penita to those in Mazatlan ends at the co-operative ownership. The vehicles in Mazatlan are small red pickup trucks that have two bench seats, one down each side of the box. They have what I would call a roll cage that is covered with blue tarps across the top and down the sides part way looking like the regular cargo carrying trucks back home. The tarps provide a wind/sun break for passengers, as well; they limit your visibility with the exception of out the back end. When passengers wish to get out, you simply study where you’ve been guess where you are and bang on the window so the driver can slow down and mostly stop while you exit the vehicle he then whisks the remaining passengers off to the next destination. Everything was going splendidly and Marina Mazatlan being the last stop meant there was only the four of us, Sorcha (Carl and Linda), Dick, and myself. As the driver approached our stop he was presented with an unexpected chain barrier. He avoided damaging his vehicle by stopping quickly and abruptly. The action in the front end of the vehicle had and immediate impact in the back as I slid down the bench followed way to closely by my captain ending my trajectory by using my head to slow and ultimately stop us on the roll cage. I have been described as a hard head but it was proven no match for the roll cage. After unfolding myself from the truck and some discussion we took a trip to emergency, via Carl’s pickup, for a couple of x-rays which indicated that there was ‘no problemo’ that six stitches behind my left ear wouldn’t cure. I’m happy to report that a cauliflower ear, bruises and sore muscles was all the damage from the collectivo bite.
A day trip to the interior by bus with Marco our tour guide took us to Copala. It was a great adventure though I wasn’t so sure at the start. It started in a jewelry store (yikes!), memories/horrors of our Caribbean cruise ship adventures. After we boarded the tour bus for Copala things improved. A stop at a local bakery, using a wood fired stove, a one man tile making business, a very old church, (not cathedral as it only had one tower and was officiated by a priest not a bishop), lunch at on open air restaurant in an old mining town with a population less than 100, and visit to a local artisan, who makes the most amazing masks from various types of leather. We headed back to Mazatlan, (means: land of the deer)
March 15-17, 2006
We have a weather window to sail across to La Paz (250 nm). We left as soon as the dredge took a scheduled break from clearing the channel. After a challenging get away from the dock, low tide, wind blowing from the wrong direction into the rocks, an uncooperative prop walk (going the wrong way) and little room for maneuvering.
We motored north with our buddy boat The Great Escape (Duey & Nan) towards Altata. There was no wind and little swell for our first leg, then on our own west to La Paz as The Great Escape continued north directly to San Carlos. As the sun sets there are dozens of rays leaping out of the water and leap frogging around. The moonrise is breathtaking and the full moon provides plenty of light via the moon path, lots of stars, no birds and no porpoises/dolphins. It’s lonely, as even the fishing boats tend to travel closer to shore. Our buddy boat is much faster than we are, so not even their running lights to keep you company. It is much cooler as we cross the Sea; we’re wearing long pants and fleecies.
Gorgeous sunrise, hot and sunny we maintain radio contact with The Great Escape and hear that Came to Believe has left Mazatlan and they are headed for La Paz as well.
As we prepare for our second overnighter the engine has a strong petroleum smell and Dick needs to change the fuel filter. Of course, now the seas are choppy and now is when the repair needs to be done, fortunately, its still light out and that makes it just that much easier to work on the engine.
Still no company, and there isn’t even a lot of phosphorescence in the water. It occurs to me that probably a part of the changes in our perception and realities that we’re experiencing are related to the fact that we’re heading ‘home’.
The sunrise is spectacular and the day hot and sunny. We’re nearing LaPaz and new adventures. We’ve been primarily motoring for the past 48hrs. I can hardly wait to shut the engine off.
After tying up, and checking in at Palmira Marina, we run into our old buddy, Ole (Keith) on the dock and plan to head out for dinner after he says some of his good byes as he is leaving to go back home (west of Edmonton) tomorrow.
There is a shuttle that runs into downtown LaPaz, several times a day. While waiting for the shuttle to take us to town, we met Lucy, the golden goose of the marina. She’s a Chinese goose that apparently was blown in here 14 years ago, during a hurricane and has made this her permanent residence. She reminds me of Too Loose the Chinese goose that used to hang out at Boat Harbour with Linda and Julian, maybe they’re kin.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day
March 18-25, 2006
LaPaz
Cool, windy, and Sunny, dry (low humidity)
Rested today and found out that a number of cruisers we’ve met over the past 7 months are here, Sorcha, Anya (Norm), and Shearwater X (Paul and Kristi). Shearwater has been in LaPaz as long as we were in Mazatlan. So, they have all the local haunts checked out.
Did a walking tour of LaPaz with Sorcha (Carl and Linda). We walked from one end of town, Palmira Marina, the downtown area, to the other end of town where Marina de LaPaz is located (about 3 miles). The cacti are in bloom and the erosion from last years rains are in evidence on the sides of the hills. I think LaPaz, though heavily influenced by the relatively close proximity to the US evident by the number of American based chain stores, is the cleanest and best maintained city we’ve been to yet!
It’s really dry here, being a desert and all. I’m slathering myself with cream a couple of times a day just to keep the alligator skin at bay.
Carl and Linda are putting Sorcha, a 50’ Columbia, on Dockwise and having her shipped back to the northwest. They will be driving, like maniacs, to Nanaimo to pick her up when she arrives there in 8 days. Then they’ll begin the search to find a slip for her, probably in Sydney. Where she will be, hopefully, sold and they will find themselves a slightly smaller 40-45’ vessel to continue their adventures.
We have booked into Palmira for a week, and plan, with an appropriate weather window to head up the Sea to do some exploring of the local Islands. We don’t need to do a lot of provisioning as we are still in the process of depleting our stores as we head north.
From La Paz we’ll head north into the Sea of Cortez to spend as much time playing in the sea as we can before leaving for San Carlos where the work will begin as we’ll be putting Blue on the hard for the summer. We’ll probably be in San Carlos/Gyuamas for about 2 weeks cleaning her up and getting her ready to sit out the summer in 45-degree Celsius heat (better her than me). When all the chores are done we plan to take a bus from Gyuamas to Tucson and then fly to Victoria via Seattle arriving back in Canada the first week of May.
A cross-country trip to visit family and friends is in the planning before heading back to San Carlos to continue our Mexico adventures sometime in October.
Happy Bday, Doreen!
Puerto Vallarta
The weather has been consistently hot and sunny during the day cooling off in the evenings for a good sleep. The humidity is increasing and apparently will continue to increase as the summer months heat this place up. I can’t say that I miss the snow, or the rain.
We celebrated Valentine’s having a dinner out at a local restaurant with Vision (Kerry & Jan) a New Zealand registered boat and Mopion (John & Rosie), a great meal and interesting conversation with cruisers.
During our stay at Paradise Village Marina we did a couple of day trips into Puerto Vallarta to visit Dick’s cousin Harvey and his wife Helen from Gull Lake, MB. Harvey and Helen were staying in old town PV (our personal favorite part of town) for a month. I think this was there 10th time down to PV and had a number of friends staying at the same hotel. Our visits though brief were pleasant. This was my first introduction to another one of the Dueck’s. Harvey is Hartley’s twin and wasn’t difficult for me to identify on the beach sitting under a palapa with #48 sunscreen, large brimmed hat and even though he had been in the southern climes for 2 weeks was still a brilliant shade of white (carne blanco). The physical resemblance and similarities in personal characteristics left no doubt to whose twin.
We met up with Apache II and Ole (Keith and Donna) early in our stay and spent some quality time with Ole (cocktail hour(s), and club BBQ) with these friends who ended up leaving to return to Mazatlan after only a few days in the marina.
A few days later Mopion arrived and we had recently discovered Vision at another marina while on a dingy tour of the estuary. So in cruiser fashion, at the evening cocktail party, we planned a day trip into Marina Vallarta with Seadater, Vision and Mopion. We were pleasantly surprised, though we’ve been to the marina before, this trip we discovered a couple of art shops that featured amazingly talented local artisans. Now, if there was a blank 10’ x 10’ wall available on Blue I’d have the perfect hanging, as well, I could have easily tiled the ‘galley’ with some gorgeous hand painted ceramic tiles.
A panga trip with another cruiser, Sparky, who we knew of only by reputation from PMYC in Marina del Rey, to La Cruz gave us the opportunity to meet up with our friend Larry. Larry, who had been anchored in La Cruz because of a fuel pump problem, was awaiting parts that were being transported by our friends Ruth and James from Wpg. Getting parts in Mexico can sometimes be a challenge, this was one of those times. Larry’s son in Victoria was able to get the parts then he had a courier forward them to Ruth in Wpg. she ended up bringing them down in her luggage. This was actually a rather simply solution. It’s all in the timing. Anyway, Larry had spent considerable time in La Cruz and was able to provide us with a tour of La Cruz then the three of us hopped a bus back towards PV and checked out Bucerias looking for suitable accommodations for our now mutual friends. We found a nice hotel and some great restaurants in the more Mexican part of Bucerias.
February 21, 2006
We met Ruth and James at the airport in PV, and hopped a bus back to Bucerias. A really charming town with a lot of Mexico still in it. After getting settled into their hotel, unloading their luggage of the dozens of books they brought down for us and Larry’s fuel pump parts repacked into our knapsack we headed out for a tour of the town. We grabbed some dinner from one of the little places that had been recommended. Dick and I loaded down with a month of reading material headed back to Paradise Village. A good deal for us, as we exchange a suitcase full of books for a suitcase full of our winter clothes to go back to Wpg.
February 22, 2006
The waiting for Blue’s transmission to be rebuilt and the fabrication of the drive plate is over. Dick was fortunate to find a guy ‘Tony’ the transmission magician, who specializes in Hurth transmissions do the deed. He was able to rebuild the broken parts and Dick was able to reinstall the new bits getting us out of the Marina and onto our next adventure.
February 23, 2006
The fuel pump parts exchange is made! Introductions are made and we’re off for an adventure.
Larry, Ruth and James joined us on a day trip, using the local bus service, Pacifico, up to La Penita to take in Market day and a reunion with George, Georgie and Marta at the Hotel California. While we were there we met up with a number of folks we had met earlier this year (Tim & Cathy), and some old acquaintances (Carlotta, and “Jersey”) who not only had we met the year previous so had Larry. So it truly was a reunion of sorts.
February 24, 2006
A great day for a day sail, sunny and light to moderate winds little swell. Our day sail out with Ruth on the tiller and Dick and James being deck baubles on the fore deck until the wind picked up and there was a little spray coming over the bow and diluting their beer. James was sure he had spotted a whale, and we humored him with his discovery. We had an opportunity to give the transmission a trial run as we came into dock at yet our now fourth berth in the marina. Upon our return to the marina, we did a dingy tour of the estuary spotting various birds and even a baby crocodile. Dinner at the yacht club and Ruth and James hopped the shuttle bus back to their hotel.
February 26, 2006
Sunshine, no wind, Ruth and James join us for our motor over to La Cruz. Dick on tiller, Ruth and James, deck baubles on the fore deck. No chance of spillage or diluting of the cervazas today. We’ll anchor here for a few days before we head back to Mazatlan and points north.
A dingy ride to shore, a jam session, and a serving of some really good BBQ’d ribs and chicken at one of the local watering holes. A good time is had by all we bid adieu to our friends as the head back to Bucerias and we head back to Blue, on the hook.
February 27, 2006
A bumpy night on the hook.
Plenty of sunshine and a dingy ride to shore to meet up with Ruth and James for one more visit before they head back to the great white north.
On our dingy ride to shore I spied these little brown tips sticking up in the water, as we got closer we discovered that there were half a dozen or so of these baby rays with the tips of their wings sticking out of the water. They were just slightly larger than the size of your hand, looking very much like what I remember seeing large oak leaves that had been blown into a puddle in the fall.
A tour of La Cruz includes a trip to a couple of art shops. I learn ‘tons’ about the local artisans and am grateful for having had the opportunity to spend the time touring the town.
Farewell to Ruth and James!
We meet up with some old cruiser friends; Veleda has just come up from Barra de Navidad and Tenicateta, Came to Believe (Rich and Annette), Quayak (Richard and Betsy). A brief rendezvous aboard Veleda, as we plan to head out early the following morning.
February 28, 2006-March 1, 2006
Sunshine, following seas, and we’re on our way. As we leave the anchorage we hear DaJu II on the VHF and pass in the channel as they go into LaCruz. We haven’t seen or heard from Dave and Judy, since we shared our spirit breaking passage on the outside of the Baja back in December. It was good to hear their voices as we had heard rumors that they were not going to continue their voyage.
Sea Turtles, rays, and whales join us on our 35hr. passage north. We motor sail the entire way, with very light winds and little swell. A great way to head north. Our first overnighter since heading to Isla Isabella, with buddies. I miss not only the buddy boats but also my night visitors while on my watches. There have been no birds, or dolphins/porpoises for company. Fortunately, uneventful on all fronts.
Three whales got my attention our second morning out. It was sunny and already really warm, I hadn’t bothered with my tether as the seas were flat like a pancake and we were just motor sailing along. Dick was down below catching a few much-needed zees. I was engrossed in one of my newly acquired novels when I heard and then smelled the breath of a whale, as I looked up there were two whales just about to dive, under the boat, they were sooooooo close I started hollering for Dick. All the stories I had heard about the damage that could be done to vessels and the people aboard created more than just a little concern. So, I’m hollering for Dick as they slid under the boat, my anxiety has escalated and I’m convinced that there will be some serious damage. As Dick came up and was standing on the ladder, In retrospect it would probably have wiser not to have him mid way up the ladder when what I expected was that we were going to be whacked and tossed about by one of these beauties. Anyway, by the time he got up top, and the whales surfaced, not two but three of them surfaced and went merrily on their way. We were untouched, unharmed, and no longer concerned. That was my closest encounter with whales, I could see the scar on the back of the lead whale as he slipped under the surface of the water.
We arrived at the entrance to the harbour of Marina Mazatlan just before sunset. This passage has been so gentle and there has been nothing, with the exception of the exhilaration of the whales’ appearance to spice up the trip. So now as we run out of sunlight we run out of diesel. Not a huge delay but enough to cause a little stress as we come into the familiar surroundings of the marina. We’re back on dock 7 and have moved down one slip from 3 to 2. It’s good to be home.
March 2-15, 2006
Mazatlan
Sunshine and increased humidity.
There are lots of fellow cruisers who have returned to Mazatlan, from passages south prior to heading north into the Sea of Cortez as we have. We’re all waiting for the right weather window before heading out, getting all our provisions and just enjoying the hospitality of this place.
There are all kinds of activities both in town and around the marinas. One of the more popular attractions is a local watering hole “Canucks”. Canucks is owned by yes, a Canadian formerly from Wpg. Monday nights are open mike and a good time is had by all. This particular Monday night had the usual evening of dining, dancing and libations. An evening filled with various groups, solo acts, some good and some not so good a bunch of us headed back to the marina in true Mexican style. Piling as many people into the back of a collectivo, driving at or near the speed of light in heavy traffic, while pounding out musica at just less than 10 decibels below deafening. The similarity between the collectivos in La Penita to those in Mazatlan ends at the co-operative ownership. The vehicles in Mazatlan are small red pickup trucks that have two bench seats, one down each side of the box. They have what I would call a roll cage that is covered with blue tarps across the top and down the sides part way looking like the regular cargo carrying trucks back home. The tarps provide a wind/sun break for passengers, as well; they limit your visibility with the exception of out the back end. When passengers wish to get out, you simply study where you’ve been guess where you are and bang on the window so the driver can slow down and mostly stop while you exit the vehicle he then whisks the remaining passengers off to the next destination. Everything was going splendidly and Marina Mazatlan being the last stop meant there was only the four of us, Sorcha (Carl and Linda), Dick, and myself. As the driver approached our stop he was presented with an unexpected chain barrier. He avoided damaging his vehicle by stopping quickly and abruptly. The action in the front end of the vehicle had and immediate impact in the back as I slid down the bench followed way to closely by my captain ending my trajectory by using my head to slow and ultimately stop us on the roll cage. I have been described as a hard head but it was proven no match for the roll cage. After unfolding myself from the truck and some discussion we took a trip to emergency, via Carl’s pickup, for a couple of x-rays which indicated that there was ‘no problemo’ that six stitches behind my left ear wouldn’t cure. I’m happy to report that a cauliflower ear, bruises and sore muscles was all the damage from the collectivo bite.
A day trip to the interior by bus with Marco our tour guide took us to Copala. It was a great adventure though I wasn’t so sure at the start. It started in a jewelry store (yikes!), memories/horrors of our Caribbean cruise ship adventures. After we boarded the tour bus for Copala things improved. A stop at a local bakery, using a wood fired stove, a one man tile making business, a very old church, (not cathedral as it only had one tower and was officiated by a priest not a bishop), lunch at on open air restaurant in an old mining town with a population less than 100, and visit to a local artisan, who makes the most amazing masks from various types of leather. We headed back to Mazatlan, (means: land of the deer)
March 15-17, 2006
We have a weather window to sail across to La Paz (250 nm). We left as soon as the dredge took a scheduled break from clearing the channel. After a challenging get away from the dock, low tide, wind blowing from the wrong direction into the rocks, an uncooperative prop walk (going the wrong way) and little room for maneuvering.
We motored north with our buddy boat The Great Escape (Duey & Nan) towards Altata. There was no wind and little swell for our first leg, then on our own west to La Paz as The Great Escape continued north directly to San Carlos. As the sun sets there are dozens of rays leaping out of the water and leap frogging around. The moonrise is breathtaking and the full moon provides plenty of light via the moon path, lots of stars, no birds and no porpoises/dolphins. It’s lonely, as even the fishing boats tend to travel closer to shore. Our buddy boat is much faster than we are, so not even their running lights to keep you company. It is much cooler as we cross the Sea; we’re wearing long pants and fleecies.
Gorgeous sunrise, hot and sunny we maintain radio contact with The Great Escape and hear that Came to Believe has left Mazatlan and they are headed for La Paz as well.
As we prepare for our second overnighter the engine has a strong petroleum smell and Dick needs to change the fuel filter. Of course, now the seas are choppy and now is when the repair needs to be done, fortunately, its still light out and that makes it just that much easier to work on the engine.
Still no company, and there isn’t even a lot of phosphorescence in the water. It occurs to me that probably a part of the changes in our perception and realities that we’re experiencing are related to the fact that we’re heading ‘home’.
The sunrise is spectacular and the day hot and sunny. We’re nearing LaPaz and new adventures. We’ve been primarily motoring for the past 48hrs. I can hardly wait to shut the engine off.
After tying up, and checking in at Palmira Marina, we run into our old buddy, Ole (Keith) on the dock and plan to head out for dinner after he says some of his good byes as he is leaving to go back home (west of Edmonton) tomorrow.
There is a shuttle that runs into downtown LaPaz, several times a day. While waiting for the shuttle to take us to town, we met Lucy, the golden goose of the marina. She’s a Chinese goose that apparently was blown in here 14 years ago, during a hurricane and has made this her permanent residence. She reminds me of Too Loose the Chinese goose that used to hang out at Boat Harbour with Linda and Julian, maybe they’re kin.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day
March 18-25, 2006
LaPaz
Cool, windy, and Sunny, dry (low humidity)
Rested today and found out that a number of cruisers we’ve met over the past 7 months are here, Sorcha, Anya (Norm), and Shearwater X (Paul and Kristi). Shearwater has been in LaPaz as long as we were in Mazatlan. So, they have all the local haunts checked out.
Did a walking tour of LaPaz with Sorcha (Carl and Linda). We walked from one end of town, Palmira Marina, the downtown area, to the other end of town where Marina de LaPaz is located (about 3 miles). The cacti are in bloom and the erosion from last years rains are in evidence on the sides of the hills. I think LaPaz, though heavily influenced by the relatively close proximity to the US evident by the number of American based chain stores, is the cleanest and best maintained city we’ve been to yet!
It’s really dry here, being a desert and all. I’m slathering myself with cream a couple of times a day just to keep the alligator skin at bay.
Carl and Linda are putting Sorcha, a 50’ Columbia, on Dockwise and having her shipped back to the northwest. They will be driving, like maniacs, to Nanaimo to pick her up when she arrives there in 8 days. Then they’ll begin the search to find a slip for her, probably in Sydney. Where she will be, hopefully, sold and they will find themselves a slightly smaller 40-45’ vessel to continue their adventures.
We have booked into Palmira for a week, and plan, with an appropriate weather window to head up the Sea to do some exploring of the local Islands. We don’t need to do a lot of provisioning as we are still in the process of depleting our stores as we head north.
From La Paz we’ll head north into the Sea of Cortez to spend as much time playing in the sea as we can before leaving for San Carlos where the work will begin as we’ll be putting Blue on the hard for the summer. We’ll probably be in San Carlos/Gyuamas for about 2 weeks cleaning her up and getting her ready to sit out the summer in 45-degree Celsius heat (better her than me). When all the chores are done we plan to take a bus from Gyuamas to Tucson and then fly to Victoria via Seattle arriving back in Canada the first week of May.
A cross-country trip to visit family and friends is in the planning before heading back to San Carlos to continue our Mexico adventures sometime in October.
Happy Bday, Doreen!
Journal 9
February 2, 2006
Happy Bday Liana and Gery, and Happy Ground Hog Day to all!
Leaving the safety of our new home, Marina Mazatlan, comes with a cornucopia of mixed feelings for me. When we arrived in Mazatlan 2 months ago I was emotionally and spiritually spent. The last storm on the outside of the Baja broke my spirit and I wasn’t sure that there was a chance of repair. I attribute some of my healing to Andy, who had invited Dick and I to join he and his wife, Cass and another couple we know from Scholarship (Liz and Mark) for a day sail on Fidele. Fidele is a beautiful 50’ Shannon, way too big for us but a gorgeous boat nonetheless. It was a marvelous day in the sunshine with appy’s and bevy’s in the cockpit while we sailed north to Emerald Bay. The following week Andy had entered Fidele in the local regatta and asked Dick and I, and 9 others (mostly Canadians) to crew. Considering this was the first time most of us had ever ‘raced’ and Andy was the only one with any experience with Fidele. We had a blast and I’m happy to report that we placed a solid 10th (in a field of 10). We had some pretty good excuses for our performance i.e.: Maureen on helm with no familiarity with a wheel vs the tiller we have on Blue, so I ended up more often turning in the wrong direction. There were 9 captains on board, was another excuse ready at hand. We broke something, though we really did break a cable that raised and lowered the keel, it had actually broken after we finished the race. The reality was, we took 4 or 5 shots at getting over the start line and that put us so far behind it was unlikely we could catch up. Anyway, those two experiences and the fact we were buddy boating with 3 other boats: Ole (Keith and Donna), Mopion (John and Rosemary), and Apache II (Derrick and Sario sp?) on an overnighter to Isla Isabela helped boast my courage and accept the challenge.
We set sail for Isla Isabela, a 85 nm passage, after we had been out for about an hour we were entertained by a school/pod/fleet of about 20 rays leaping out of the water. While they hovered over the water they resembled some kind of flock of prehistoric birds however the illusion of any kind of bird was erased as they belly flopped back onto the surface. We could hear the cacophony of noise created by this school well after we could no longer see them.
We sailed, yes sailed for about 12 hours before we had to enlist the services of Suzy, our iron mizzen, the sun had set and the seas were fairly rolly by midnight. It was comforting looking out and seeing the running lights of our buddy boats on either side of us and having our regular visitors, dolphins and porpoises, join us on our late night shifts. Seeing, or actually seeing the phosphorescence rolling off the backs of the dolphins as they were swimming and diving in our wake and under our bow continues to amaze me. This was Donna’s, from Ole, first overnighter.
February 3-4, 2006
As we approached the northern anchorage at Isla Isabela at sunrise we were once again thrilled by the appearance of a number whales, this time Grey’s, breaching and waving their flukes at us, we tried not to be distracted while navigating into the anchorage.
Spectacular, that’s all there is to say about Isla Isabela, after a lazy day of reading and resting and watching the hundreds, or maybe thousands of tropical fish skittering about below us in the 15’ of crystal clear water we’ve anchored in, who needs to snorkel. I saw Angel or maybe Butterfly, Clown, and a whack of other types of fish that I’m sure one day I’ll be able to identify. I’m not sure how but Mopion had the where with all to pull together a cocktail party our first night in this anchorage. As we prepare, which means we put some kind of beverage and snacks in a canvas bag, for the cocktail party on Mopion we get to meet one more cruisers Millenium Falcon (Mike and Leslie) who also left Mazatlan shortly after we did. Millenium Falcon is a 65-foot iron three masted schooner sailed around by two old crocks.
Ole and Apache II headed out for San Blas, while Mopion and Blue planned to spend the day having an adventure on the Island. When we arrived on the Island, we met a young man from a university in Mexico City who was working on his doctoral dissertation on the blue footed Boobies. These birds have an iridescent shade of blue, on their feet, rather strange. They were busy sitting on nests at various stages of gestation, some were still protecting their eggs from the ever present and threatening frigates and some were equally as busy protecting their newly hatched offspring from the dangers that lurked. This included the 2-footed kind that needed to be extremely careful to ensure they didn’t stumble onto a nest. We followed a marked trail that led us to Los Crator (Crater Lake). The lake was somewhat of a disappointment, as I had envisioned a fresh water lake that could be an invitation to swim. Well, yes it is filled with fresh water that has sat since a volcano created it. The basin filling with rainwater over the years with no means of circulating, resulting in a green film that definitely was not inviting at all! Following the same path home we discovered a number of Frigate nests filled with their offspring there was a suggestion that we would see iguanas but they were avoiding the heat or us or something, as we didn’t see any. A bumpy, wet dingy ride back to Blue, a quick cockpit shower and preparation for another evening at a hosted cocktail party this time on Millenium Falcon. A new cruiser Persistence (Dan, Thomas, and Tom) joined the festivities.
A rocky and rolly night in the anchorage made even more challenging and we were unable to let any more chain, as we were too close to a reef, and our anchor chain had fouled on a rock. Our short scope caused no end of grief to Mopion, even after John brought in about 50’ of chain, she was swinging free and still getting close enough to our bow with her stern to pass over bacon and eggs. We would have gladly received the gift however midnight was a trifle early for breakfast. As dawn broke and we were able to see the bottom we got ourselves untangled and pulled up anchor to head to San Blas.
February 5-6, 2006
Sunshine, swimsuits and gratitude to Pedro, the canvas guy, in Mazatlan for getting us our bimini made before we left Mazatlan. We didn’t think we would really need the coverage until we got into the Sea of Cortez, however, we would have been poached had we not had the escape from the rays of the sun over the past few days.
Our passage to San Blas was a gentle sail, accompanied by many whales and one huge fish (still unidentified) that made me thankful that we weren’t having a snorkel/swim at the time.
We anchored in Mantanchen Bay just east of San Blas in the recommended 20’ of water and have a vista of a lush Banana plantation and beautiful sandy beaches. The water is not as clear as Isabela but certainly as many fish, though different types those at the Isla. These little guys swim closer to the surface and burble loudly, you can even hear them when you are down below. I guess they eat insects on the surface of the water, as I was eaten alive by the no-see-ums while we were hosting the cocktail party aboard Blue. Fortunately, Mopion was the only other boat attending as we have the smallest boat in the fleet we would have had to have a dingy raft up if there had been more vessels about.
Dick and John went into town to check us in with the Capatania de Puerto and returned with the biggest prawns I’ve ever seen. BBQ’d prawns and salad for dinner. There is much to see here, as this is our old stomping grounds we’ve pretty much done all there is to be done and seen what there is to be seen here.
Our buddy Seadater (named by the former owner an anesthesiologist) crewed by Larry, son Steven and Larry’s friend Liz arrived just as the sun was going down. Seadater was having some engine trouble. They’re trying to get to Puerto Vallarta by the 10th as Steven flies home on the 11th and Liz on the 13th.
February 7, 2006
Sunshine, swimsuits and light winds as we head out for Chacala, 20 nm south of San Blas. We headed out with Seadater and leave Mopion and Millenium Falcon to do the tours of the jungle and the old fort.
We are hopeful to use the spinnaker today.
Seadater had to turn back and return to San Blas because of an ongoing engine problem but before doing so we did a transfer at sea. Another first for me! Steven had brought down mail from Victoria that Gery (Dick’s brother who is currently staying at the condo) intercepted and a new VHF as the old one, 20+ years, packed it in just before we left Mazatlan. The sea transfer went pretty well, primarily because the winds were so light it made navigating fairly straightforward.
We sailed most of the way to Chacala using our colorful spinnaker (dubbed our Gay Pride sail), hooray!
We had about a dozen dolphins joined us on our passage. They were busy fishing so weren’t terribly interested in playing with us.
Our arrival in Chacala was uneventful and we were anchored along with a few familiar boats before the sun was setting.
February 8, 2006
Sunshine, swimsuits and very light winds, now we’re motor sailing. It was an interesting 35 nm passage to La Cruz as we passed many familiar (at least from land) sites. The first of many places we were able to identify was Boca de Naranjo, only 8 nm south of Chacala. Boca is the virgin beach 7 nm north of La Penita. We have taken many of our guests to this beach while we vacationed in La Penita. We shut the engine down and sailed past by La Penita, Isla de Tortugas, Rincon de Guayabitos, Los Ayalas, San Pancho, before we entered Bahia de Banderas (Bay of Flags) at Punta de Mita we spotted a huge sea turtle swimming on the surface. I had heard other cruisers talking about turtles before but this was the first time we had seen one. When we arrived in La Cruz we found it to be very rolly and made the decision to continue on to Paradise Village Marina in Neuvo Vallarta. A VHF call to the marina, and the deed was done. A quick sail from La Cruz to get to the marina before they close another turtle swimming along side.
I have never been more grateful for a shower in my whole life. Sponge baths suck, and cockpit showers are restrictive, depending on the number of boats in the anchorage.
February 9-13????
We’ve rested our bodies, we’ve restocked our inventories (grocery, liquor, and paper product) even as we try to pare down the existing inventories to ensure we don’t have any food left before we leave for Canada at the beginning of May. We have participated in the local yacht club activities, reconnected with some of the cruiser/friends we’ve met along the way, we’ve been to town (as in Puerto Vallarta) to visit with Dick’s cousin Harvey and wife Helen and now . . . we are waiting for the transmission to be repaired. It came out of the boat after 3 hours of contortions, but now has to go into the shop for new seals and shims etc. Oh! The joys of boat building/repair on the run!
Happy Valentines Day!
Happy Bday Liana and Gery, and Happy Ground Hog Day to all!
Leaving the safety of our new home, Marina Mazatlan, comes with a cornucopia of mixed feelings for me. When we arrived in Mazatlan 2 months ago I was emotionally and spiritually spent. The last storm on the outside of the Baja broke my spirit and I wasn’t sure that there was a chance of repair. I attribute some of my healing to Andy, who had invited Dick and I to join he and his wife, Cass and another couple we know from Scholarship (Liz and Mark) for a day sail on Fidele. Fidele is a beautiful 50’ Shannon, way too big for us but a gorgeous boat nonetheless. It was a marvelous day in the sunshine with appy’s and bevy’s in the cockpit while we sailed north to Emerald Bay. The following week Andy had entered Fidele in the local regatta and asked Dick and I, and 9 others (mostly Canadians) to crew. Considering this was the first time most of us had ever ‘raced’ and Andy was the only one with any experience with Fidele. We had a blast and I’m happy to report that we placed a solid 10th (in a field of 10). We had some pretty good excuses for our performance i.e.: Maureen on helm with no familiarity with a wheel vs the tiller we have on Blue, so I ended up more often turning in the wrong direction. There were 9 captains on board, was another excuse ready at hand. We broke something, though we really did break a cable that raised and lowered the keel, it had actually broken after we finished the race. The reality was, we took 4 or 5 shots at getting over the start line and that put us so far behind it was unlikely we could catch up. Anyway, those two experiences and the fact we were buddy boating with 3 other boats: Ole (Keith and Donna), Mopion (John and Rosemary), and Apache II (Derrick and Sario sp?) on an overnighter to Isla Isabela helped boast my courage and accept the challenge.
We set sail for Isla Isabela, a 85 nm passage, after we had been out for about an hour we were entertained by a school/pod/fleet of about 20 rays leaping out of the water. While they hovered over the water they resembled some kind of flock of prehistoric birds however the illusion of any kind of bird was erased as they belly flopped back onto the surface. We could hear the cacophony of noise created by this school well after we could no longer see them.
We sailed, yes sailed for about 12 hours before we had to enlist the services of Suzy, our iron mizzen, the sun had set and the seas were fairly rolly by midnight. It was comforting looking out and seeing the running lights of our buddy boats on either side of us and having our regular visitors, dolphins and porpoises, join us on our late night shifts. Seeing, or actually seeing the phosphorescence rolling off the backs of the dolphins as they were swimming and diving in our wake and under our bow continues to amaze me. This was Donna’s, from Ole, first overnighter.
February 3-4, 2006
As we approached the northern anchorage at Isla Isabela at sunrise we were once again thrilled by the appearance of a number whales, this time Grey’s, breaching and waving their flukes at us, we tried not to be distracted while navigating into the anchorage.
Spectacular, that’s all there is to say about Isla Isabela, after a lazy day of reading and resting and watching the hundreds, or maybe thousands of tropical fish skittering about below us in the 15’ of crystal clear water we’ve anchored in, who needs to snorkel. I saw Angel or maybe Butterfly, Clown, and a whack of other types of fish that I’m sure one day I’ll be able to identify. I’m not sure how but Mopion had the where with all to pull together a cocktail party our first night in this anchorage. As we prepare, which means we put some kind of beverage and snacks in a canvas bag, for the cocktail party on Mopion we get to meet one more cruisers Millenium Falcon (Mike and Leslie) who also left Mazatlan shortly after we did. Millenium Falcon is a 65-foot iron three masted schooner sailed around by two old crocks.
Ole and Apache II headed out for San Blas, while Mopion and Blue planned to spend the day having an adventure on the Island. When we arrived on the Island, we met a young man from a university in Mexico City who was working on his doctoral dissertation on the blue footed Boobies. These birds have an iridescent shade of blue, on their feet, rather strange. They were busy sitting on nests at various stages of gestation, some were still protecting their eggs from the ever present and threatening frigates and some were equally as busy protecting their newly hatched offspring from the dangers that lurked. This included the 2-footed kind that needed to be extremely careful to ensure they didn’t stumble onto a nest. We followed a marked trail that led us to Los Crator (Crater Lake). The lake was somewhat of a disappointment, as I had envisioned a fresh water lake that could be an invitation to swim. Well, yes it is filled with fresh water that has sat since a volcano created it. The basin filling with rainwater over the years with no means of circulating, resulting in a green film that definitely was not inviting at all! Following the same path home we discovered a number of Frigate nests filled with their offspring there was a suggestion that we would see iguanas but they were avoiding the heat or us or something, as we didn’t see any. A bumpy, wet dingy ride back to Blue, a quick cockpit shower and preparation for another evening at a hosted cocktail party this time on Millenium Falcon. A new cruiser Persistence (Dan, Thomas, and Tom) joined the festivities.
A rocky and rolly night in the anchorage made even more challenging and we were unable to let any more chain, as we were too close to a reef, and our anchor chain had fouled on a rock. Our short scope caused no end of grief to Mopion, even after John brought in about 50’ of chain, she was swinging free and still getting close enough to our bow with her stern to pass over bacon and eggs. We would have gladly received the gift however midnight was a trifle early for breakfast. As dawn broke and we were able to see the bottom we got ourselves untangled and pulled up anchor to head to San Blas.
February 5-6, 2006
Sunshine, swimsuits and gratitude to Pedro, the canvas guy, in Mazatlan for getting us our bimini made before we left Mazatlan. We didn’t think we would really need the coverage until we got into the Sea of Cortez, however, we would have been poached had we not had the escape from the rays of the sun over the past few days.
Our passage to San Blas was a gentle sail, accompanied by many whales and one huge fish (still unidentified) that made me thankful that we weren’t having a snorkel/swim at the time.
We anchored in Mantanchen Bay just east of San Blas in the recommended 20’ of water and have a vista of a lush Banana plantation and beautiful sandy beaches. The water is not as clear as Isabela but certainly as many fish, though different types those at the Isla. These little guys swim closer to the surface and burble loudly, you can even hear them when you are down below. I guess they eat insects on the surface of the water, as I was eaten alive by the no-see-ums while we were hosting the cocktail party aboard Blue. Fortunately, Mopion was the only other boat attending as we have the smallest boat in the fleet we would have had to have a dingy raft up if there had been more vessels about.
Dick and John went into town to check us in with the Capatania de Puerto and returned with the biggest prawns I’ve ever seen. BBQ’d prawns and salad for dinner. There is much to see here, as this is our old stomping grounds we’ve pretty much done all there is to be done and seen what there is to be seen here.
Our buddy Seadater (named by the former owner an anesthesiologist) crewed by Larry, son Steven and Larry’s friend Liz arrived just as the sun was going down. Seadater was having some engine trouble. They’re trying to get to Puerto Vallarta by the 10th as Steven flies home on the 11th and Liz on the 13th.
February 7, 2006
Sunshine, swimsuits and light winds as we head out for Chacala, 20 nm south of San Blas. We headed out with Seadater and leave Mopion and Millenium Falcon to do the tours of the jungle and the old fort.
We are hopeful to use the spinnaker today.
Seadater had to turn back and return to San Blas because of an ongoing engine problem but before doing so we did a transfer at sea. Another first for me! Steven had brought down mail from Victoria that Gery (Dick’s brother who is currently staying at the condo) intercepted and a new VHF as the old one, 20+ years, packed it in just before we left Mazatlan. The sea transfer went pretty well, primarily because the winds were so light it made navigating fairly straightforward.
We sailed most of the way to Chacala using our colorful spinnaker (dubbed our Gay Pride sail), hooray!
We had about a dozen dolphins joined us on our passage. They were busy fishing so weren’t terribly interested in playing with us.
Our arrival in Chacala was uneventful and we were anchored along with a few familiar boats before the sun was setting.
February 8, 2006
Sunshine, swimsuits and very light winds, now we’re motor sailing. It was an interesting 35 nm passage to La Cruz as we passed many familiar (at least from land) sites. The first of many places we were able to identify was Boca de Naranjo, only 8 nm south of Chacala. Boca is the virgin beach 7 nm north of La Penita. We have taken many of our guests to this beach while we vacationed in La Penita. We shut the engine down and sailed past by La Penita, Isla de Tortugas, Rincon de Guayabitos, Los Ayalas, San Pancho, before we entered Bahia de Banderas (Bay of Flags) at Punta de Mita we spotted a huge sea turtle swimming on the surface. I had heard other cruisers talking about turtles before but this was the first time we had seen one. When we arrived in La Cruz we found it to be very rolly and made the decision to continue on to Paradise Village Marina in Neuvo Vallarta. A VHF call to the marina, and the deed was done. A quick sail from La Cruz to get to the marina before they close another turtle swimming along side.
I have never been more grateful for a shower in my whole life. Sponge baths suck, and cockpit showers are restrictive, depending on the number of boats in the anchorage.
February 9-13????
We’ve rested our bodies, we’ve restocked our inventories (grocery, liquor, and paper product) even as we try to pare down the existing inventories to ensure we don’t have any food left before we leave for Canada at the beginning of May. We have participated in the local yacht club activities, reconnected with some of the cruiser/friends we’ve met along the way, we’ve been to town (as in Puerto Vallarta) to visit with Dick’s cousin Harvey and wife Helen and now . . . we are waiting for the transmission to be repaired. It came out of the boat after 3 hours of contortions, but now has to go into the shop for new seals and shims etc. Oh! The joys of boat building/repair on the run!
Happy Valentines Day!
Journal 7 1/2
Veleda has headed out for Oxnard and then Catalina Island. Our plan is to try and catch up with them on Catalina!
After a ‘nap’ and a shower we took the electric trolley into town and picked up a few groceries and took in the sights. Some folks advised us, you know who you are, that Santa Barbara had the most beautiful women in the USA, so we were on the lookout for that attraction.
October 20-21, 2005
Awoke to brilliant sunshine and warm temperatures. We got started on a whack of chores and caught up on some rest. We were surprised to hear Nuage hail the harbour patrol for an escort in, as we were basking in the sun, they were talking about visibility less than 50 ft. and they were only 3 miles out. Sure enough, as they pulled in the fog had reduced visibility significantly and knowing they were probably really tired after rounding Pt. Conception and the challenge of getting into port with fog. We thought we would be helpful and catch them at the guest dock. As we jogged from M dock to the guest dock and waited for Nuage and the harbour patrol who had gone out to escort Nuage. We waited and only the harbour patrol showed up, they had taken them directly to their berth, and tied them up in M33 directly across from our berth M32. So much for good intentions. They were all tied up, settled in, and looking for breakfast and a shower.
We get the occasional grandbaby fix, here we had the pleasure of Jonah 3, and his little sister Gabrielle 9 mon. Cruising parents are more than happy to let grandparents in training the opportunity to spoil their babes. Jonah was a real cuddler and was happy to walk with his surrogate grampa to get ice cream.
A grey day as we departed from Santa Barbara, not only was there no sunshine; we never did find the most beautiful women in the USA. We headed for Ventura, and as we were at the waypoint, Dick decided we should continue on to Oxnard, only an additional 8 miles away, with the intent of trying to catch up with Veleda.
October 22, 2005
The entrance into Oxnard was a new experience. It had a detached breakwater protecting the harbour or as I named it the “canals of Oxnard”. This is the first manmade harbour I’ve ever seen. Everything has straight lines, beautiful, and bazaar. The homes here offer you the opportunity of having your vessel tied up right outside you door.
We really enjoyed Oxnard; you could walk for groceries, a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop and enjoy a hot cinnamon bun to boot. However, no Veleda, they had already headed out to Catalina.
A quick phone call to Adam, a fellow who owns a 34’ shadow (the same make, model, and vintage as Blue) listed for sale in Latitude 38, a San Francisco based magazine, a chat about his boat moored in Ventura turned out to be a really good excuse for the guys to get together and do a show and tell about all the modifications, passages each had made.
Ventura, as it turns out is just a short drive away and Adam picked us up and took us to see his boat. We then waited for his wife, Maru, to finish work and took them back to our boat for some more show and tell.
Happy Bday Sophie!
October 24-27, 2005
As Veleda was already gone, the weather, cloudy and damp, we decided to go back to Ventura as opposed to moving onto an anchorage at Catalina Island. We would be able to get some chores done and have the company of Adam and Maru.
Ventura’s entrance was an interesting one as we ‘surfed’ in along side a few other boats. Finding our slip as always, can be fun, as I’m directionally impaired and even though the slip numbers have a pattern, finding the right B dock with the corresponding slip # provides some cheap entertainment for any onlookers. It seems even more difficult in these manmade harbours.
After we were settled into our berth Adam invited us to dinner aboard. It was fun visiting Babe and comparing the how’s and why’s of their modifications and the following evening we invited Adam and Maru for a reciprocal dinner and evening of how’s and why’s.
Adam has been cruising around on Babe, for 14 years and Maru for a few of those years. They have spent the last couple of years moored with live aboard status with Mishka (mouse) a diminutive miniature Doberman in Ventura. They are not planning to cruise, at least not for awhile. Even though, they both talk about missing the cruising life.
Like many of the cruisers we have run into throughout out journey, Adam offered to chauffeur/tour guide us around. We were able to get a number of chores done leaving us (she says with fingers crossed) time to play more in San Diego.
I turned 50 or as I would like to say golden this year and celebrated with the most glorious sunset and fellowship with Dick and Maru. There were many well wishers who sent email messages and there were also phone calls.
We headed out of Ventura in sunshine and a light breeze. A woman friend of mine, Helen, from Victoria had mentioned that there were pig farms in this area. I was reminded of that fact as we left Ventura, as the wind had changed and was now providing us with the land breeze that gave us the opportunity to sail away, but also cleared our sinuses in the process. We actually sailed, briefly, on our way to Marina Del Rey.
October 28 – November 1
Sunshine and more sunshine and even some heat attached to it. Lots of humidity as well.
The entrance to this manmade harbour was similar to that of Oxnard, as it has a detached breakwater.
We stayed at the municipal dock the first night and discovered Nuage already tied up, invited them over for a glass of wine (some $2 buck chuck we scored from Trader Joe’s in Ventura) We discovered later that another BCA boat Seafire was tied up there as well. Seafire is a 46’ steel boat, and Mettle 50’ (not a BCA member, yet!). They are both Waterlines, Mettle is owned and crewed by the former Waterline boat builders out of Sidney. So you know there was a whole lot of steel boat, chatting going on the next morning.
Moved over to the Pacific Mariners Yacht Club (PMYC), following Nuage’s lead with assurance that there was a berth available for us. We were told that the slip would be a tight fit, as the slip was measured at 10’8” and we have a 10’ 6 beam. As we tried to squeeze into our slip it became apparent that the measurement of 118” which actually translated into 9’10” was not going to work. So with the help of the 2 engineers (John and Dave) who had made the original measurement, the residual crew from Nuage and Caretta, Frank, club members and us we sort of side tied across the alleyway. Carreta and Chavelita had been hanging out at PMYC since Margot left from LAX on the 20TH to visit her mom in Germany.
We have teased Dave and John, mercilessly since the mix of measure.
The members of the club have been extremely generous to the Canadian contingency and have included us in all the activities and celebrations that the club has had to offer. We attended their Halloween Party. Dick and I agreed to become the judges for the costume contest, with assurance that the outcome would not result in an International incident. Another opportunity to practice being grandparents presented itself as a member’s 9 month old attended the party. Dick snatched the little guy up almost as soon as he got in the door. I’ve got to keep a close eye on that guy.
We attended the Monday night football (MNF), dinner. Which had little to do with football and more to do with dinner fortunately for us as neither of us could even fake an interest. This club is totally volunteer run, with the exception of the janitorial/maintenance. The volunteer, Helene for MNF had made some incredible ribs, baked beans (to die for), an interesting salad that had blue cheese, cranberries and pinenuts, and a tasty pumpkin pie square for dessert. And, the cost $5.00. The dinner and the fellowship that followed the dinner was exceptional. We were given tips on which YC to approach for the same kind of energy/philosophy tips from cruiser who had recently entered Mexico with the new rules.
November 2-5
Sunshine, heat and a little less humidity.
As we left Marina Del Rey, we had clear skies and sunshine. The sky was covered with what looked like completed tic-tac-toe games using the jet trails as you would a pencil/pen. LAX must have a million flights coming and going out of that airport daily.
A quick trip to Newport Beach in shorts and a T-shirts, I was almost ready to complain about being hot, however as soon as the sun starts going down, its cool and time for long pants and long sleeves.
The trip had been uneventful until we approached the entrance where a ‘school’ of dolphins provided us with an escort.
We finally caught up with Veleda, and we were able to get a mooring buoy close enough to chat to one another. And, finally celebrated Alice’s belated Bday, Oct. 2,
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Newport Beach unfortunately doesn’t have a particularly good reputation as to being cruiser friendly. Many cruisers bypass Newport because of the over ambitious nature of the harbour patrol. I’m not sure if they feel that monitoring the coming and going of the 10,000 registered vessels is overwhelming and don’t feel any need to cajole the transient vessels or what but they seem to go out of their way to ensure that all the rules are adhered to. Despite the harbour patrol we thoroughly enjoyed Newport and all its natural and manmade wonders. The people were friendly and helpful. The guy at the gas dock, who still remains nameless, and maybe even more important he didn’t know our names, went so far as to giving Dick and Jens the use of his brand new Ford pickup to haul our dingy motor to the local mechanic, two days in a row with side trips to Home Depot and West Marine. We cruised around the canals rubber necking at the houses and boats. There was one vessel moored in front of what one could only assume its owners’, no let me say that again, there was a vessel moored in front of two homes and was taller the two storey homes where it was moored. What a place!
November 6, 2005
Dana Point, sunny and warm.
Another really neat working members’ yacht club. These folks have taken over a huge failed waterfront restaurant and are actually making money with the facility while using it as a clubhouse. Unfortunately they haven’t finished remodeling so there were no showers. Another man made small boat harbour but only a few thousand boats in it. Not as pretty as Newport, more, well, manmade looking. Carreta and Chevalita showed up and we all had a great meal at the club because Sunday is their casual dining night.
November 7-8, 2005
Another uneventful motorsail with plenty of sunshine as we arrived in Oceanside, just afternoon. Two dolphins aided us in the entrance. We tied up at the guest dock at the Oceanside Yacht Club, another OYC and were invited to attend another Monday night with the NFL and enjoyed some fabulous folks, potluck chili, BBQ’d dogs and burgers, and a few libations at the bar. Guess Monday is our lucky night.
Happy 60th, Penny!
Tuesday the rear commodore took us on a tour of the Carlsbad and we ended up at the old Spanish mission of San Luis Rey where we toured 200-year-old grounds and buildings including the old church and a museum. There is a lot of history here.
There is a lot of military activity here as 30,000 marines are stationed at Camp Pendleton next door. Which explains the helicopters circling overhead as we were approaching Oceanside. They have an interesting variety of boats and airplanes including some very noisy tank carrying hovercraft. These things are HUGE and fast. They can travel fully “loaded” in excess of 40 kts.
Next stop San Diego!
I want to thank all you folks who send us your comments, questions and concerns as to what we’re up to and why you haven’t heard from us for awhile. Your words encourage us to continue writing about our adventure and hopefully you’ll continue to find some enjoyment from our notes.
Things, Internet wise, are going to be rather bleak for the next few weeks. So have patience, and pls. don’t worry about us, we’ll get a note off as soon as there is an opportunity. And, by the way, keep your messages coming as well. We love hearing your news too!
As always,
M&D
Writing from San Diego, CA.
After a ‘nap’ and a shower we took the electric trolley into town and picked up a few groceries and took in the sights. Some folks advised us, you know who you are, that Santa Barbara had the most beautiful women in the USA, so we were on the lookout for that attraction.
October 20-21, 2005
Awoke to brilliant sunshine and warm temperatures. We got started on a whack of chores and caught up on some rest. We were surprised to hear Nuage hail the harbour patrol for an escort in, as we were basking in the sun, they were talking about visibility less than 50 ft. and they were only 3 miles out. Sure enough, as they pulled in the fog had reduced visibility significantly and knowing they were probably really tired after rounding Pt. Conception and the challenge of getting into port with fog. We thought we would be helpful and catch them at the guest dock. As we jogged from M dock to the guest dock and waited for Nuage and the harbour patrol who had gone out to escort Nuage. We waited and only the harbour patrol showed up, they had taken them directly to their berth, and tied them up in M33 directly across from our berth M32. So much for good intentions. They were all tied up, settled in, and looking for breakfast and a shower.
We get the occasional grandbaby fix, here we had the pleasure of Jonah 3, and his little sister Gabrielle 9 mon. Cruising parents are more than happy to let grandparents in training the opportunity to spoil their babes. Jonah was a real cuddler and was happy to walk with his surrogate grampa to get ice cream.
A grey day as we departed from Santa Barbara, not only was there no sunshine; we never did find the most beautiful women in the USA. We headed for Ventura, and as we were at the waypoint, Dick decided we should continue on to Oxnard, only an additional 8 miles away, with the intent of trying to catch up with Veleda.
October 22, 2005
The entrance into Oxnard was a new experience. It had a detached breakwater protecting the harbour or as I named it the “canals of Oxnard”. This is the first manmade harbour I’ve ever seen. Everything has straight lines, beautiful, and bazaar. The homes here offer you the opportunity of having your vessel tied up right outside you door.
We really enjoyed Oxnard; you could walk for groceries, a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop and enjoy a hot cinnamon bun to boot. However, no Veleda, they had already headed out to Catalina.
A quick phone call to Adam, a fellow who owns a 34’ shadow (the same make, model, and vintage as Blue) listed for sale in Latitude 38, a San Francisco based magazine, a chat about his boat moored in Ventura turned out to be a really good excuse for the guys to get together and do a show and tell about all the modifications, passages each had made.
Ventura, as it turns out is just a short drive away and Adam picked us up and took us to see his boat. We then waited for his wife, Maru, to finish work and took them back to our boat for some more show and tell.
Happy Bday Sophie!
October 24-27, 2005
As Veleda was already gone, the weather, cloudy and damp, we decided to go back to Ventura as opposed to moving onto an anchorage at Catalina Island. We would be able to get some chores done and have the company of Adam and Maru.
Ventura’s entrance was an interesting one as we ‘surfed’ in along side a few other boats. Finding our slip as always, can be fun, as I’m directionally impaired and even though the slip numbers have a pattern, finding the right B dock with the corresponding slip # provides some cheap entertainment for any onlookers. It seems even more difficult in these manmade harbours.
After we were settled into our berth Adam invited us to dinner aboard. It was fun visiting Babe and comparing the how’s and why’s of their modifications and the following evening we invited Adam and Maru for a reciprocal dinner and evening of how’s and why’s.
Adam has been cruising around on Babe, for 14 years and Maru for a few of those years. They have spent the last couple of years moored with live aboard status with Mishka (mouse) a diminutive miniature Doberman in Ventura. They are not planning to cruise, at least not for awhile. Even though, they both talk about missing the cruising life.
Like many of the cruisers we have run into throughout out journey, Adam offered to chauffeur/tour guide us around. We were able to get a number of chores done leaving us (she says with fingers crossed) time to play more in San Diego.
I turned 50 or as I would like to say golden this year and celebrated with the most glorious sunset and fellowship with Dick and Maru. There were many well wishers who sent email messages and there were also phone calls.
We headed out of Ventura in sunshine and a light breeze. A woman friend of mine, Helen, from Victoria had mentioned that there were pig farms in this area. I was reminded of that fact as we left Ventura, as the wind had changed and was now providing us with the land breeze that gave us the opportunity to sail away, but also cleared our sinuses in the process. We actually sailed, briefly, on our way to Marina Del Rey.
October 28 – November 1
Sunshine and more sunshine and even some heat attached to it. Lots of humidity as well.
The entrance to this manmade harbour was similar to that of Oxnard, as it has a detached breakwater.
We stayed at the municipal dock the first night and discovered Nuage already tied up, invited them over for a glass of wine (some $2 buck chuck we scored from Trader Joe’s in Ventura) We discovered later that another BCA boat Seafire was tied up there as well. Seafire is a 46’ steel boat, and Mettle 50’ (not a BCA member, yet!). They are both Waterlines, Mettle is owned and crewed by the former Waterline boat builders out of Sidney. So you know there was a whole lot of steel boat, chatting going on the next morning.
Moved over to the Pacific Mariners Yacht Club (PMYC), following Nuage’s lead with assurance that there was a berth available for us. We were told that the slip would be a tight fit, as the slip was measured at 10’8” and we have a 10’ 6 beam. As we tried to squeeze into our slip it became apparent that the measurement of 118” which actually translated into 9’10” was not going to work. So with the help of the 2 engineers (John and Dave) who had made the original measurement, the residual crew from Nuage and Caretta, Frank, club members and us we sort of side tied across the alleyway. Carreta and Chavelita had been hanging out at PMYC since Margot left from LAX on the 20TH to visit her mom in Germany.
We have teased Dave and John, mercilessly since the mix of measure.
The members of the club have been extremely generous to the Canadian contingency and have included us in all the activities and celebrations that the club has had to offer. We attended their Halloween Party. Dick and I agreed to become the judges for the costume contest, with assurance that the outcome would not result in an International incident. Another opportunity to practice being grandparents presented itself as a member’s 9 month old attended the party. Dick snatched the little guy up almost as soon as he got in the door. I’ve got to keep a close eye on that guy.
We attended the Monday night football (MNF), dinner. Which had little to do with football and more to do with dinner fortunately for us as neither of us could even fake an interest. This club is totally volunteer run, with the exception of the janitorial/maintenance. The volunteer, Helene for MNF had made some incredible ribs, baked beans (to die for), an interesting salad that had blue cheese, cranberries and pinenuts, and a tasty pumpkin pie square for dessert. And, the cost $5.00. The dinner and the fellowship that followed the dinner was exceptional. We were given tips on which YC to approach for the same kind of energy/philosophy tips from cruiser who had recently entered Mexico with the new rules.
November 2-5
Sunshine, heat and a little less humidity.
As we left Marina Del Rey, we had clear skies and sunshine. The sky was covered with what looked like completed tic-tac-toe games using the jet trails as you would a pencil/pen. LAX must have a million flights coming and going out of that airport daily.
A quick trip to Newport Beach in shorts and a T-shirts, I was almost ready to complain about being hot, however as soon as the sun starts going down, its cool and time for long pants and long sleeves.
The trip had been uneventful until we approached the entrance where a ‘school’ of dolphins provided us with an escort.
We finally caught up with Veleda, and we were able to get a mooring buoy close enough to chat to one another. And, finally celebrated Alice’s belated Bday, Oct. 2,
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Newport Beach unfortunately doesn’t have a particularly good reputation as to being cruiser friendly. Many cruisers bypass Newport because of the over ambitious nature of the harbour patrol. I’m not sure if they feel that monitoring the coming and going of the 10,000 registered vessels is overwhelming and don’t feel any need to cajole the transient vessels or what but they seem to go out of their way to ensure that all the rules are adhered to. Despite the harbour patrol we thoroughly enjoyed Newport and all its natural and manmade wonders. The people were friendly and helpful. The guy at the gas dock, who still remains nameless, and maybe even more important he didn’t know our names, went so far as to giving Dick and Jens the use of his brand new Ford pickup to haul our dingy motor to the local mechanic, two days in a row with side trips to Home Depot and West Marine. We cruised around the canals rubber necking at the houses and boats. There was one vessel moored in front of what one could only assume its owners’, no let me say that again, there was a vessel moored in front of two homes and was taller the two storey homes where it was moored. What a place!
November 6, 2005
Dana Point, sunny and warm.
Another really neat working members’ yacht club. These folks have taken over a huge failed waterfront restaurant and are actually making money with the facility while using it as a clubhouse. Unfortunately they haven’t finished remodeling so there were no showers. Another man made small boat harbour but only a few thousand boats in it. Not as pretty as Newport, more, well, manmade looking. Carreta and Chevalita showed up and we all had a great meal at the club because Sunday is their casual dining night.
November 7-8, 2005
Another uneventful motorsail with plenty of sunshine as we arrived in Oceanside, just afternoon. Two dolphins aided us in the entrance. We tied up at the guest dock at the Oceanside Yacht Club, another OYC and were invited to attend another Monday night with the NFL and enjoyed some fabulous folks, potluck chili, BBQ’d dogs and burgers, and a few libations at the bar. Guess Monday is our lucky night.
Happy 60th, Penny!
Tuesday the rear commodore took us on a tour of the Carlsbad and we ended up at the old Spanish mission of San Luis Rey where we toured 200-year-old grounds and buildings including the old church and a museum. There is a lot of history here.
There is a lot of military activity here as 30,000 marines are stationed at Camp Pendleton next door. Which explains the helicopters circling overhead as we were approaching Oceanside. They have an interesting variety of boats and airplanes including some very noisy tank carrying hovercraft. These things are HUGE and fast. They can travel fully “loaded” in excess of 40 kts.
Next stop San Diego!
I want to thank all you folks who send us your comments, questions and concerns as to what we’re up to and why you haven’t heard from us for awhile. Your words encourage us to continue writing about our adventure and hopefully you’ll continue to find some enjoyment from our notes.
Things, Internet wise, are going to be rather bleak for the next few weeks. So have patience, and pls. don’t worry about us, we’ll get a note off as soon as there is an opportunity. And, by the way, keep your messages coming as well. We love hearing your news too!
As always,
M&D
Writing from San Diego, CA.
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