Monday, July 13, 2009

June 18th (2009) – San Diego – Jim’s Blog #94

[This is the fifth of five blogs describing our bringing the boat up from Mexico to San Diego - otherwise known as the Baja Bash, named for the bashing of the boat by contrary winds and waves all the way.]

Current Location – Harbor Island – Sunroad Marina – slip A-17 – Lat: 32°44’ N / Long: 117°12’ W

06/14/09 - Jim G: I think we all got a good sleep last night and were up at the crack of dawn to continue our voyage. On the radio this morning we found that another sailboat, "World Wind," got held up at Cedros Island (near Turtle Bay) because of strong winds up to 30 knots. It appears we were lucky to leave Turtle Bay when we did. When they reported this morning we were about 140 nautical miles ahead of them and experiencing fairly calm conditions with only 10 knots of wind.

We had good weather during the morning, but have been fighting 15-20 knot winds and 5-7' seas since early afternoon. It's getting a bit tiring to constantly be bracing for the pitching and rolling of the boat. At one point I was working with the stove and let go just as the boat did a violent pitch. In a second I was slammed across the boat and into the navigation station. Luckily I didn't hit my head, but I will have black and blue marks on my butt for weeks to come. Good thing I have some beef back there to take the hit.

We saw a catamaran coming up on us from behind; so I contacted it by VHF radio. It turns out that John and Debra are employees of the owner, who are bringing the boat north for him. It is a 70' catamaran with twin 200 HP engines, but it still had as much difficulty maneuvering in the seas as we did, and we only have 42 HP on one engine in a 40' boat. We agreed to meet at Marina Coral in Ensenada for cocktails when we get in. We might also get a tour of the boat.

Craig H: Since 2 PM the winds have been brisk and seas fairly high. Hope things calm down some as we get further into the evening and night. We are still making fairly good progress - better than we did two nights ago. We’re looking forward to our planned arrival in Ensenada tomorrow afternoon.

Current Location – Ensenada – Marina Coral – Lat: 31°51’ N / Long: 116°39’ W

06/15/09 - Jim G: We're now ensconced in Marina Coral in Ensenada with just 60+ miles to go before arriving in San Diego. Because we can only count on about 4-5 knots of speed, that means we need to leave some 12-15 hours before we want to arrive in San Diego. Since we want to make sure the customs folks are on duty when we get there, we decided to arrive around noon. You can do the math and realize that we need to leave Ensenada somewhere between 9 PM and midnight to get there at that time.

Marina Coral in Ensenada – note the abundant room there for boats (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

We have decided to use tomorrow to check out of Mexico, clean the boat a bit, and get some laundry done. Then on Wednesday evening we are planning to leave Ensenada for San Diego to arrive around noontime on Thursday. If we have bad weather it could be later in the afternoon, whereas better weather could mean our arrival as early as 7 AM. Since Sheilagh was to be the single member of our welcoming committee, we have agreed to call her on a cell phone when we reach the outer buoy that marks the entrance to the channel. It will take us about an hour or so to get to the Shelter Island quarantine station where she will meet us, which should give her enough time to get her coffee, take her morning shower, put on a face (as she puts it), and drive the 15 minutes to Shelter Island.

Last night I had a very uncomfortable midnight-to-3-AM shift with the weather turning boisterous to entertain me. We had 20-25 knot winds and seas greater than 6' that kept us at 3 knots of speed. Whenever I stood up to look ahead of the boat to make sure we weren't running into someone, I got blasted by spray in the face and had to repeatedly clean my glasses. As soon as Craig came on at 3 AM, the weather moderated and we finally made some real speed in getting to Ensenada. I think we know whose side the gods are on.

Craig H: We were all very relieved when the weather and sea conditions moderated early this morning. It was a long night. Our last eight hours into Ensenada were in some of the best conditions we have seen since Cabo. In our last hour we had our closest sighting of a Finback whale, only a couple of hundred feet away from us. Fantastic! Hotel privileges at the marina are great. There is nothing like your first real standup, all the water you want shower, after two weeks of cruising - life is good.

Craig H. was glad to get to Ensenada, with all the aggressive weather behind us according to the weather forecasters (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

Jim D: I had the 2100-2400 watch and I truly got to watch a lot of water. The speed got down to 1.8-2.2 knots with the added fun of pitch, roll, and yaw. Just like flying! Got up this morning to a speed of 6.5 and gentle swell, so life is good. The marina has showers with unlimited hot water, so that was good. We're on a roll.

Jim D. during the last stretch of easy weather to Ensenada – I think he wears the dark glasses to make us think he is still awake (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

06/16/09 - Jim G: This was our second night in Marina Coral, where we have stopped a day to recuperate a bit before the last 65 miles to San Diego. As part of the recuperation I scrubbed down the boat today, rolled up and stowed the dinghy, and changed the engine oil - not exactly my definition for resting, but it had to be done so Sheilagh won’t see a trashed-out boat when we get in. Jim D. and Craig did the laundry to stay out of the way. This was handy because it's frustrating when someone wants to get into or out of the cabin during a wash-down or an oil change.

The indoor swimming pool must be 85 degrees at least, meaning there is no jolt to the body when you dive in. On the other hand it is too warm to really swim vigorously. There is almost no one staying at the hotel or using any of the facilities, leaving it very private for us. We noticed a cruise liner coming into Ensenada this morning and leaving this evening; so the swine flu scare must be over for the tourist industry.

We have only one restaurant at this hotel, which is getting a bit tiresome. However, we don't really have the energy or desire to grab a cab into town and find another place to eat. We've decided that we don't need any more groceries before making it to San Diego. We'll be leaving at twilight tomorrow and arriving in San Diego about midday - at least that's what we think. The weather is predicted to be gentle, with winds no more than 15 knots and sea states of 3-4. If that's the case, then the "bash" part of this trip may be over, but we're knocking on wood when we say that. More tomorrow!

06/17/09 – Jim G: We finally left Ensenada at about 7PM tonight and are encountering calm seas and a good forecast for more of the same. I did a little polishing of the stainless steel today, while my crew sat around being lazy. I guess I haven't been strict enough on this trip. Next time I'll bring my whip along. Actually it reminds me of my teenage years when I had to clean house but had no vested interest in the place. I can certainly understand my interest in the bright work and their lack of same.

We have been dining in the hotel for nearly every meal because we are out of fresh food and there is no easy way to go grocery shopping here. Also, there is no need to buy anything, as we will be home in San Diego by noon tomorrow (knock on wood again).

We were positioned in a slip that made it difficult to back out. So we used Craig's idea to pull the boat across the double slip to give ourselves more room before starting the engine. As we backed up, Jim D. kept the bow near the dock until it needed to swing out, when he jumped on. Craig was on shore holding the stern with a line so the boat would back around correctly. Then Craig let the line go at the right time and ran down the series of docks to get on when we passed by. It worked very well.

We had a gentle night and actually slowed down to 3 knots for the last couple of hours so as not to arrive before dawn. It was overcast most of the night with little to see except dark water and dark skies, which slowly transformed to gray on my early morning watch. As we entered the San Diego channel we were followed and passed by an aircraft carrier, which certainly fills up the sky as it passes.

The lonely outer buoy for entering the San Diego channel (photo courtesy of Craig H.)









Current Location – San Diego – Shelter Island Quarantine Station – Lat: 32°43’ N / Long: 117°14’ W


06/18/09 – Jim G:
We’re finally home at last with Sheilagh there to meet us. We made it into the Shelter Island Customs dock at 8:15 AM and had to wait about one hour to see a customs agent. Customs was taking care of a cruise liner that had come in a couple of hours ahead of us. Here’s where we were checked for remnants of explosives or drugs, while we dumped out all the dairy products: milk, cheese, eggs. We also got rid of the questionable lunch meat, a dried out onion and green pepper, and some apples we hadn’t finished.

Then it was off to the Sunroads Marina on the northeast side of Harbor Island, slip A17, which turned out to be very narrow. It was the first slip we’ve been in with a dock on both sides of the boat; so the tie down is very secure. We had the celebratory beer after tying up and then had lunch at the marina restaurant to end the adventure. At lunch I presented Certificates of Completion for the Baja Bash to Jim D. and Craig H., and Sheilagh thanked them profusely for saving her from having to help bring the boat up. All in all it was a memorable and enjoyable trip for all of us.

Naturally we forgot to take an arrival picture; so just imagine us sitting around a table at the Sunroad Marina restaurant with the sun shining brightly on a deep blue bay, gazing out at a few sailboats and fishing boats criss-crossing the bay on a weekday morning, observing the gorgeous San Diego city skyline reflecting the bright flashes of sun off its many high-rise windows, and glorying in the knowledge that we would soon be at our condo where all of us could take showers, wash our clothing, and completely relax. We made about 1000 nautical miles in 18 days from Mazatlan to San Diego, and managed to end up the friends we were when we started. This marks the end of our cruising lifestyle – at least for the present time. Thanks for following our adventures over the past 20 months.

June 13th (2009) – Isla San Geronimo – Jim’s Blog #93

[This is the fourth of five blogs describing our bringing the boat up from Mexico to San Diego - otherwise known as the Baja Bash, named for the bashing of the boat by contrary winds and waves all the way.]

Current Location – Isla San Geronimo – Lat: 29°47’ N / Long: 115°47’ W

06/10/09 – Jim G: We ended the previous blog having just arrived in Turtle Bay, but didn’t include any details. As we entered the bay we were met by an enterprising panga, Anabel, which offered to provide fuel immediately. All we had to do to get it was to follow them over to a mooring ball, tie up to it, and then get fuel from their fuel barge. We had heard earlier that Anabel was the boat to deal with, because they made sure to zero out the meter before fueling and used an accurate meter to fill our tanks.

As we were following Anabel over to the mooring, we were approached by a panga representing the main refueler in Turtle Bay, Enrique. Other cruisers had warned us away from this guy, who was not above cheating at the pump. That individual, representing the Enrique cartel, stayed alongside begging us to use his fueling service and letting us know that if we later needed a taxi from the boat into town, it would cost us 200 pesos ($16) if we didn’t use his fuel. We ignored him until he finally took off. We fueled up both tanks and all our jerry jugs in short order for a reasonable price that was quoted ahead of time. We were impressed with the service and convenience of the refueling we had in Turtle Bay.

Turtle Bay as seen from our anchored boat

After we anchored, we called up Anabel for a taxi ride into town – we didn’t want to inflate and launch our dinghy for such a short stay. Each of us had a bag of clean clothes and a towel for the shower we planned to take on land. We found that the hotel that offered showers was closed, along with the restaurant where we had dined on the way down. We finally found one restaurant and had a decent meal and some very cold beer. We had agreed to meet Anabel for another taxi ride out to our boat about an hour after we were ready to go back, and had no portable VHF radio to call him back earlier. That’s when we approached the Enrique taxi and were turned away because we hadn’t gotten fuel from them. The driver later relented when he saw a few pesos in our hands and took us out to the boat – indicating he was “not a happy camper” for refusing his fuel earlier – and not charging us the 200 pesos he had threatened us with.

We plan to take a rest day tomorrow, Thursday, and continue north on Friday. We are planning to festoon the deck with laundry tomorrow as we air out the boat and our clothing at the same time. The winds have shredded our Mexican courtesy flag and our Vallarta Yacht Club pennant, along with the cover on our dinghy. I'm not sure we can do much about those problems, but we can seal the forward hatch with something to prevent any more water coming aboard there. Apparently, when we forgot to latch it tightly on the first day out, it decided that it would continue to allow water into the boat, and it has.

On the way to Turtle Bay, we had a real challenge in pouring diesel fuel from our jerry jugs into the boat's fuel tanks while underway. Craig's steady hands kept the fuel flowing into the tanks and not onto the boat. Jim D has a fixation on keeping the place clean, and using up lots of paper towels to do so. We've all been sharing the cooking and dish washing, and are sorry that Sheilagh had not come along to handle those items for us. Sheilagh mentioned in a note that she was looking forward to cooking a big meal for us when we get back, and the universal response from this crew was "Well, why didn't she come along, if that's something she wanted to do? We could have kept her busy cooking - and she would have had no watches to stand either!"

Craig H: Great to get off of the boat for a bit. We went into town to check things out. We were hoping to get a shower at the local Hotel but no one was around. Had dinner at the Moroccan Cantina - couldn't figure out why that name, the food was sort of ok, and best of all we didn't have to wash our dishes. Tomorrow is laundry day and getting what food we can find. Fuel was taken care of very efficiently by a "we bring it to your boat operation" (Anabel) as soon as we entered the bay. If we get the weather window for Friday through Sunday as advertised we will get ahead of our schedule - stay tuned.

06/11/09 - Jim G: It was rest-and-recuperation-day today and we made use of it to do our laundry and get some groceries in town. Aurora looked like a derelict with two drying lines strung on both sides of the boat flying underwear, socks, and T-shirts. We all have greater respect for a washer and dryer – something that would be very nice on the next boat.

Jim D. on the left and Craig H. after hanging the laundry out to dry

The grocery store was minimal at best with the only fresh vegetables being tomatoes and avocados. The lettuce, zucchini, and onions were bedraggled, and there were no carrots or cucumbers at all. I asked about ground beef and I was taken to the back of the store where there was a cooler with various carcasses which could have been beef, and a butcher who couldn't speak English. We elected not to trust the "ground beef" we might have been given.

Two other sailors are anchored near us: one single-hander (Bob on "Kalona"), who had turned back from going north three times already, and a couple Sheilagh and I had met last summer in Agua Verde (Jim and Julie of "World Wind"). Bob decided he was not up to sailing single-handed, as he had done in his youth, and was waiting for another cruiser who offered to join him to make the trip to San Diego. Jim and Julie had battled north all day yesterday and couldn't even make it into Mag Bay because of the strong winds. I guess we've been lucky.

We are leaving in the morning to continue north, while the other two cruisers will be licking their wounds for another day or two. The weather forecast appears to us to favor going north right away; so we have decided not to hang around any longer.

We made some beef stew and mashed potatoes this evening based on a recipe Sheilagh sent us by email when she heard we were down to canned goods. Sure enough we had the requisite ingredients in the cans we had onboard, and we all loved the stew. Thanks, Sheilagh. That's it for now. We just watched the movie, "300," about the Spartans at Thermopylae, and Jim D and Craig are now in bed, probably exhausted by the battle scenes.

06/12/09 - Jim G:
We were up early this morning and left Turtle Bay at 6:50 AM. We have had very light winds, although they have been on our nose; so they haven't helped us much. The seas have also been running very light, making the ride very easy. We've been running the engine solid for 13 hours now and have about 40 more hours to go. We anticipate arriving in Ensenada on Sunday, where we may stay one or two days. We have to make the rounds of the customs office and the bank to pay our exit fees and make sure we aren't transporting swine flu into the U.S.

We also anticipate arriving in San Diego at about noon on Tuesday or Wednesday, if we continue to be blessed with excellent weather. So far we have been very lucky with the weather despite predictions of difficult winds and seas. I've mentioned to Jim D and Craig that they haven't really experienced a true Baja Bash this trip; so we'll have to repeat it next year. Craig has said he would love to go south along the Baja coast, but he'd have to be senile to do another Bash. I can't imagine why he would say such a thing, since I have been very easy on the crew, even cooking most of the major dinners. Where have I gone wrong? I'll let them comment.

Craig H: Sheilagh's emailed recipe for beef stew, nicely executed by Jim was a hit two nights in a row. Amazing what can be done with limited resources! We have been really lucky today with the weather in an area that has turned back a lot of boats. Hopefully it will continue and we can get into Ensenada on Sunday. For me there has been a sufficient amount of bashing - I don't feel like I have been short changed in the least. We have a great crew - surprising how well three old Navy buddies can fall into a groove and make this all work so well. Most of the time things just get done without too much direction. Someone always seems to be ready to be on watch during the day, food gets prepared, dishes washed etc. Jim G. works the hardest with all of the additional "technical" chores like keeping the water maker working, holding tanks flushed , radio check-ins with the nets, and weather monitored. We are looking forward to ending our night watches, hopefully only two more nights of cruising left.

Jim D: I almost have the "Baja Bash" checked off from my bucket list. I told Jim G since he's the experienced one he can hire out now and pursue "Bashes" in retirement. We are taking advantage of excellent WX and making the most of it. West of Cedros Island today about 1200, what appeared to be a blue whale stayed with us for 2 dives, then left. Of course no one had a camera ready. Saw a few sea lions and dolphins, but a quiet trip so far with regard to the sea life.
06/13/09 - Jim G: I believe the gods were listening last night when we mentioned how easy we had it so far. At 8 PM last night the wind came up to 20-25 knots with a sea state of 6'+ and suddenly our forward progress was reduced from 6 knots to 3 knots. Not surprisingly, we didn't make the kind of miles we had anticipated and figured out in the morning that we couldn't make Ensenada on Sunday as we had planned. We can now say that we've been "Bashed."

Thanks to Rich and Debbie (of "Oasis") who made the trip last year. In an email we received on the trip they recommended a small island as a stopping place if we got tired. The island is Isla San Geronimo and we are anchored there tonight as we rest up and hope for more moderate winds tomorrow. We transferred the 30 gallons of diesel fuel in our jerry jugs into the boat while we have been at anchor - a much better idea than transferring the fuel on the go. Hopefully we will get a fairly smooth night's sleep tonight with an early start tomorrow in the hopes of making Ensenada before closing time on Monday afternoon.

Anchored off Isla San Geronimo, which is little more than a fish camp with a light house on top of the island (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

Thanks to Steve and Denise (of "Brendon") who recommended we stay in Marina Coral in Ensenada and let someone there do all our paperwork (another email we received on the way). We have communicated with Marina Coral through Sheilagh on the internet and they are waiting for us on Monday we think.

In naming our boat "Aurora," who is the Roman goddess of the dawn, we thought we would be getting an advantage in sailing our boat. Aurora is the mother of the four winds and the sister of the sun and moon, all of which are supposed to make sailing easier for us. So much for Roman gods!

Craig H: Nice to have a good place to anchor in a protected area. This island is not on the top list of hideaways but is working really nicely for us. It is like being in a National Geographic article. Pelicans flying by about 3 inches above the water in groups of 20, elephant seals lounging on the shore (they are not quiet), smaller seals cruising around the kelp, a small fishing camp on the island, a lighthouse on the highest point, big breakers on the rocks at the point - wow. Last night the weather was a bit crazy, but Jim and Sheilagh's boat handled it beautifully and you just know Aurora can take a whole lot more than anything that we have seen - it is a good feeling in the middle of the night.

A couple of dolphins swam with us for awhile (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

Jim D: It finally caught up with us with the bragging about the good WX. Last night was similar to an "E"ticket at Great America. No moon to speak of and the ocean, as the Hawaiians say, was "angry". Pulled in behind a small island at 29°47’N/115°47’W to have a nice meal and rest about 3:00 PM . Solved some of the world problems and will launch at 7:00 AM tomorrow to continue the "Bash".

June 10th (2009) – Turtle Bay – Jim’s Blog #92

[This is the third of five blogs describing our bringing the boat up from Mexico to San Diego - otherwise known as the Baja Bash, named for the bashing of the boat by contrary winds and waves all the way.]

Current Location – Turtle Bay – Lat: 27°41’ N / Long: 114°53’ W

06/08/09 - Jim G: We pulled up the anchor and headed north up Magdalena Bay looking for fuel. We understood there was fuel at San Carlos, which was about 2 hours north, and would require that we backtrack those two hours to get back out of the bay. We spent most of the day wending our way through a very circuitous route to Puerto San Carlos to replace the fuel we used getting to Mag Bay. It took us about 5 hours and 5 gallons of fuel to get the fuel and return to the mouth of the bay. We had a challenge finding the various buoys that marked the "Z" pattern for getting to the dock.

Note the zigzag pattern to go north to San Carlos (Photo courtesy of Craig H. - enhanced by Jim G.)

There we found a fixed dock that was about 5 feet higher than our deck at that time of the tide; so we were forced to scramble up the side of the dock using the stays to assist us.

A look from the stern at the shrimp boat behind us on the same dock (Photo courtesy of Craig H.)

Then I had to go through the bureaucratic processes as follows: 1) contact the port captain to report my arrival; 2) pay a $15 fee for the one hour we would be there (although there was no fee at any other port in Mexico); 3) get a ride with the port captain to a spot outside the port to pay for the diesel I would need in advance; 4) get a ride back to the dock to pick up our jerry jugs; 5) take the jerry jugs in the back of a pickup to the diesel tank farm; 5) get the jugs filled up with diesel (I paid for more than I needed, but I decided I didn’t want to go through the bureaucratic process to get a couple of bucks back); 5) deliver the jugs back to the boat; and 6) assist Jim D. in handing them down to Craig to strap back on the starboard side of the boat.

A look up to Jim D. on the dock and down to Craig on the deck of Aurora (Photos courtesy of Craig H.)






There were no fast food places nearby; so we decided to get out of there. The last hurdle was getting away from the dock against a wind off the port forward side. After two attempts to get the bow out against the wind, I reversed the engine and used the port-walk tendency of the engine and the wind to back out and away from the larger boat immediately behind us. We were very happy to get away from there and take the zigzag trip back.

As we approached our anchorage at the mouth of Magdalena Bay at the end of our 5-hour trip, we took a look outside the bay and decided it was nice enough to continue north to Turtle Bay without spending another night at anchor. Now we are heading directly for Turtle Bay, which is about 230 nautical miles from us and about 40 hours away. This is being written on Monday afternoon at 6PM; so there is a chance that we can be in Turtle Bay by 2PM on Wednesday if the sea stays this smooth and the wind at the current 10 knots on our nose. However, it is unlikely that we will be that lucky over a period of 40 hours; so we have some spots along the way we can stop if the weather gets worse.

The freezer is now defrosted without any effort on our part, and the drinks will soon get warm. We have some cottage cheese to get rid of, as well as some lunch meat and hot dogs. Then we can start on the canned chicken, beans, and vegetables to keep from starving. Actually, without a chance to exercise, but we're not sure how much of that weight is dirt. We haven't showered for about six days now, but luckily we are all accustomed to the aroma.

06/09/09 - Jim G: We're powering up to Turtle Bay as fast as we can go while the weather is good. Although the prognosticators are promising us 20-25 knot winds every day with a sea state of 4-6', we have been enjoying 5-15 knot winds with waves no more than about 3-5 feet. Therefore we are motivated to hustle while we can. Of course the lack of a refrigerator and the scarcity of fresh foods at the moment are also strong motivators. We finished up the cottage cheese, used the last of the sour cream on some Santa Fe style soup, and are down to carrots and onions in the vegetable bag. We still have lots of canned goods and plenty of bread; so we’re not suffering yet.

Last night from midnight to 3AM I had one of the best watches I have ever stood. The moon was one day past full, but it certainly looked full last night as it cast a golden path on the water to the boat. We usually stand watches sheltered under the dodger in the cockpit, facing aft, and getting up every ten minutes or so to look forward for any other vessels or possibly UFO's. I had on my warm weather gear and was perfectly comfortable in the cockpit, gazing up at the moon, and playing Sarah Brightman soprano solos on my iPod. It doesn't get better than that.

Sunrise on the morning watch (photo courtesy of Craig H. who must have had that watch)

Today I felt so skuzzy that I took a washcloth bath, changed all my clothing, and put on deodorant over the smell to save my own nose. Then I washed out the clothing I had been wearing for a couple of days and hung it on a makeshift clothesline across the cockpit. Jim D and Craig were not pleased to have their view impaired, but I think they appreciated the fact that I had washed the trousers I have been wearing since we left Mazatlan nine days ago. Hanging the clothing anywhere else on the boat invited a salt-water rinse.

Craig at the helm – the autopilot doesn’t get all the fun

Craig H: What a treat to get such a beautiful day. It looks as though we will make Turtle Bay tomorrow for a rest and what passes for modern conveniences in this part of the world. Like Jim, I had a great watch last night with a full moon, good music in the iPod, and reasonable conditions. However between 3AM and 6PM it gets pretty cold and damp. I am glad that Jim gave us a good list of the proper clothes for the trip - I stayed dry and warm.

Jim D: It has been an exceptional day on the cruise front. We’re making good progress without a lot of chop. I had the 2100-2400 watch last night and saw just a beautiful moonrise. The color of the moon was a bright orangish-brown, similar to an early sunrise.

Our good fortune with the WX should give us an arrival at Turtle Bay tomorrow in the daylight. That of course is always a good thing. The books say there are showers available there. We plan on using those! Turtle Bay coordinates: 27°51’N/115°17’W. We plan on resupplying there with fuel and food for the last long leg of the bash.

06/10/09 - Jim G: We have made it to Turtle Bay after 54 hours of steady motor-sailing from Mag Bay. This puts us half way to San Diego from Cabo San Lucas - the official Baja Bash trip. However, we are two-thirds of the way to San Diego from Mazatlan, where we started out. We are feeling a sense of accomplishment, particularly because we headed out in weather that was predicted to be much stronger than we encountered - a weather prediction that has kept some other boats from setting out. More later . . .

Saturday, July 11, 2009

June 7th (2009) – Magdalena Bay – Jim’s Blog #91

[This is the second of five blogs describing our bringing the boat up from Mexico to San Diego - otherwise known as the Baja Bash, named for the bashing of the boat by contrary winds and waves all the way.]

Current Location – Magdalena Bay – Lat: 24°34’ N / Long: 112°04’ W

06/05/09 - Craig H.: We decided Thursday evening that we had enough of the good life at our luxury digs at Cabo. A small but promising weather window appeared to be opening for a morning attempt to make the dreaded "breakout" around Cabo Falso and begin our journey to our first planned stop at Magdalena Bay, approximately 182 nm Northwest of Cabo. The crew rallied around the coffee pot at 6am, and at 6:30 we followed a long line of sport-fishers out to Lands End, the famed arched cape that guards Cabo's bay.

The arches west of Cabo San Lucas – Cabo Falso is further along and a bit more south (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

As we turned the corner, it was clear that conditions were going to be ‘interesting.’ Within 30 minutes winds were gusting to 27 knots with waves to match. The ride was definitely ‘E’ ticket and we held on with both hands. Other than some unauthorized water entry due to a less than firmly secured forward hatch, all went well - won't say whose fault it was but he is writing today's note and his initials are CH.

At around 10, conditions began to ease significantly and we celebrated a successful breakout. Our start to the Baja Bash is official and we have been appropriately bashed!! For most of the day we have had 10-15 knot winds and 2-4' seas - very pleasant. We hope to be at the entrance to Mag Bay around 5pm tomorrow. With the current forecasts for heavy winds we expect that we may have to hang out there for a few days waiting for reasonable conditions.

Jim G. Postscript: Before departing the anchorage we had dressed warmly to prepare for the colder weather that we expected as we rounded Cabo Falso. I was so hot by the time we were approaching the cape that I removed my jacket and shirt in order to absorb as much of the early morning sun as I could. No sooner did my shirt come off than a cold blast of wind hit the boat, and I lost no time in getting my clothing back on. The crew blamed the subsequent cold and windy weather as punishment from the gods for my daring to bare my chest. I forgot to check on the hatches before launching into the wet stuff, and naturally the partly open hatch was the one way up front. As a result the inside of the cabin looked like a day at the laundry all day; wet cushions and clothing are still drying out everywhere. We live and learn.

We had soup and sandwiches for lunch and spilled very little soup despite the constant bouncing of the ship from side to side and up and down. Then we had home-made taquitos and cole slaw for dinner, with canned peach halves for dessert. It's almost as if we have a real cook onboard, but we've all agreed not to talk about what we can cook because our wives might get the idea that we can help in the kitchen when we get back home.

06/06/09 - Jim D's turn: Just in case you thought they threw me overboard because I didn't make any comments, I'm just shy and retiring.

All the books say what we accomplished today was the smooth part of the bash. The bruises prove otherwise. Current position is Magdalena Bay about 1/3 of the way up the Baja coast. Co-ordinates are 24°34'N/112°04'W.

A freighter passing us as it was bound for Cabo San Lucas or beyond

Planning to take a day or two and get fuel and rest. The "Iron Jenny" is reliable, but is thirsty. The weather (WX) guru has promised 20-30kt winds (don't want to be there) for the next 3-4 days and we'll fill up with fuel to be in position for a break in the WX.

We've all taken turns at being galley slaves and someday it's cereal and sandwiches and sometime eggs and surprises! We are all doing well and no one has turned into Capt. Bligh, yet!

The ‘Aurora’ is a good ship. Similar conditions throughout today. Great to remember the old times! [“Old times” refers to the two previous voyages Jim crewed for us on Aurora – once from San Francisco to San Diego, and once from San Diego to Cabo San Lucas as part of the Baja Ha Ha event.]

Jim G’s Postscript: While Jim D. maintains he is shy and retiring – that is only true with regard to the written word. As a former airline pilot and raconteur extraordinaire, Jim is without equal in the number of stories and jokes he can, and does, tell. I think it’s due to the fact that airline pilots have nothing to do for hours at a time except observe the gauges on the panel and tell stories to one another. Since a mild form of Alzheimer’s is setting in for Jim, he is never exactly sure that he hasn’t told a given story before. Luckily my own case of Alzheimer’s has removed most of his previous stories from my memory; so they are still fresh for me.

Jim D. and myself resting on the stern seats on a pleasant day – not sure if this was at anchor or steaming along on a calm day (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

06/07/09 - Jim G: We changed the oil in the engine along with the oil filter and one fuel filter today. I was personally cursing Sheilagh's absence in this operation because she is the one who usually gets her hands dirty and then cleans up the mess afterwards. In this case I was the one to get dirty, but Jim D assisted in the process and helped with the clean up. Craig poured most of the 30 gallons of diesel fuel from the jerry cans into one of the boat's fuel tanks. We hope to load up the jerry cans here in Magdalena Bay and then position ourselves for moving north as soon as we have a weather window that we think we can handle.

It is urgent that we head north quickly because the refrigeration compressor has failed and we have no way to make ice or keep anything cold. We are quickly trying to eat up the perishables in the refrigerator before we break into the canned goods. Craig says he will develop a system to keep the coke and beer cold in the water; so we won't miss out on the cold drinks in the evening. We will also attempt to buy ice along the way, if we can find a tienda in one of the villages.

Last night we had my famous hamburger stroganoff ("famous" in my own mind), and it received praise from Jim D and Craig - probably to avoid their having to take turns as chief cook and bottle washer. I have to admit that they readily volunteer for dish duty and even laundry; so the work is balanced.

More Laundry to dry while anchored inside the entrance to Magdalena Bay (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

Craig H: As you can see from Jim G's comments above, it has been a day of "rest" maintenance and repair, or in one case, disrepair. We will miss the refrigerator but attempted to soften the blow by having a final cold beer after a late lunch. Nap anyone?! The water temp even this far south is only 54 degrees so we can hang pop/beer etc. in the water in a mesh bag when at anchor to get some cooling.

Our anchorage is lonely with only a few pangas coming by and one yacht mid afternoon that came in and out of the bay briefly. San Carlos is at the North end of the bay but too far away to be visible. We will head up there tomorrow for fuel. Windy and cool with the afternoon wind peaking at 20 knots and temp at 70 degrees. More later . . .

June 4th (2009) – Cabo San Lucas – Jim’s Blog #90

[This is the first of five blogs describing our bringing the boat up from Mexico to San Diego - otherwise known as the Baja Bash, named for the bashing of the boat by contrary winds and waves all the way.]

Current Location – Cabo San Lucas – Lat: 22°53.20’ N / Long: 109°53.82’ W

This log was prepared on a daily basis to send to our wives and friends as we made our journey northward. I have included the individual dates and elaborated a bit (from the original emails) on what happened along the way.

06/01/09 – Two "old" Navy buddies volunteered to help me bring the boat up from Mexico despite my warnings that it might not be a pleasant experience. Sheilagh had read the handwriting on the wall after talking with other cruisers about the trip, and was unwilling to subject herself to the pain of “bashing” north against the wind and waves.

Both buddies (Jim D. and Craig H.) showed up on Friday evening from Hawaii and Seattle respectively. We caught up on a lot of news and finished provisioning the boat by Sunday night. We also took the bus to the other side of town and climbed to the top of the lighthouse to get some exercise. However, we all forgot to bring cameras; so we have no pictures from the top. Afterward we relaxed in the El Cid swimming pool to rest up from our labors.

The El Cid Swimming pool - none of us was willing to pose for this picture.

This morning we left El Cid in Mazatlan at 7 AM and headed out for a 32-hour trip. The weather was mild with winds no greater than 10-15 knots. It was a chance to let the new crew get acclimated to the boat and to the boat systems. Jim had been with us on the way down when we had no electronic autopilot for motoring. We used the Monitor wind vane when sailing south, but it was of little use against the wind. Both crew members appreciated the opportunity to let the boat sail/motor itself.

Craig H. and Jim D. enjoying the benefits of the autopilot in the mild conditions between Mazatlan and Cabo San Lucas






06/02/09
– We arrived at Cabo San Lucas at 2 PM, about an hour earlier than we had anticipated. There are anchoring areas all along the beach; so we elected a location that did not have loud music cascading down to the beach from the local Palapas. We were a bit concerned about our fuel consumption when we completely used up the fuel in what we thought was about a 39 gallon tank in only the first 22 hours of the trip – almost 2 gallons an hour. We decided to see how large the tank was when we refilled the next day.

A view of Cabo San Lucas through the front of the dodger - note the laundry drying on the safety lines (photo courtesy of Craig H.)









06/03/09
– This morning we motored into the fuel dock and filled up our two main tanks. We found that our two fuel tanks are different sizes. The one we emptied completely only holds about 31 gallons, while the other one holds approximately 46 gallons. For the past three years Sheilagh and I only ran the tanks until they were a quarter full and then switched to the other tank. We never had occasion to fill them from an empty condition to find out how much they hold. We determined that our fuel consumption was really about 1.1 gallon per hour, which was a great relief.

So far we haven’t touched the 30 gallons of fuel we have in jerry cans strapped to the starboard side deck of the boat (photo courtesy of Craig H.)

After refueling it was back into town in the dinghy to eat and do some shopping. For lunch today we had cheeseburgers at a Johnny Rockets franchise. It was great to get the taste buds activated by good old cheeseburgers fries and cokes - with a chocolate malt for me. We decided that we should eat at restaurants when we can, because we didn’t want to dig into our provisions until necessary and the crew didn’t trust the home cooking I would be doing enroute.

06/04/09 – We had to spend another lovely day in paradise here in Cabo San Lucas, waiting for the winds to moderate around the point. Tonight Craig and Jim D fixed a steak and fried egg sandwich for dinner and did fine. I got the dishes as my duty. Now I have confidence that they can survive in the galley, if I break an arm or something. Actually we work very well together and so far have not gotten on one another's nerves - as far as I know. However, I may be driving them crazy without knowing it. One problem is that things keep getting put away in places that are not where they belong – according to Sheilagh’s careful planning – and it is sometimes difficult to find the cooking tool, bowl, or pan that's needed for the next meal.

Tomorrow we've decided to get up early and try to brave the somewhat reduced winds that are forecast. If it gets too rough we’re in agreement that we’ll turn back and wait for even calmer weather. We want our wives to know that we are not just here for a lengthy vacation - we are really trying to take the boat to San Diego. That means we’ll head out into the Bash, shunning the good life at Cabo for the rigors and perils of the open sea. More later . . .

Monday, May 25, 2009

May 25th (2009) – Mazatlan – Jim’s Blog #89

Current Location – Mazatlan – Lat: 23°16.12’ N / Long: 106°27.85’ W

There must be someone reading these, because I have had several readers wonder why I haven’t written a blog in a month. Since the last blog I flew back into Mazatlan from Los Angeles, leaving Sheilagh back at the condo in San Diego. I went through customs with a green light, although the only questionable item was the repaired GPS receiver that didn’t fit into the computer, cell phone, or portable radio/IPod categories that are permitted. I had a story in mind about how I use it in the car, but didn’t have to employ any subterfuge. I was last in line because I first ducked into a men’s room and changed out of my jeans for shorts.

When I had signed up for the flight in early April, I had only 4 seats to choose from. About three days prior to the flight I checked on the internet to see if I could get a better seat. Imagine my surprise to see one-fourth of the 200 seats now available for seating. This was in the initial stages of the swine flu “epidemic;” so I counted my good fortune and picked a better seat with no seatmates in the row. When I finally got aboard on April 30th, the Vice President had just advised everybody not to travel in closed environments, and the plane was only one-fourth full. Naturally First Class and the exit row seats were all taken, but I got my own row completely across the plane.

The main Mazatlan Beach looking North - the volume of tourists is down so low that the beaches are nearly empty and the locals are suffering a serious economic slump

The flight path was almost directly down the Sea of Cortez, which kept me moving from one side of the plane to the other to note the places we had sailed on the eastern side of the Baja Peninsula, and the places we had skipped by on the western side of mainland Mexico. I think the other few passengers behind me might have been a little curious as to what I was doing, but they seemed more interested in taking alcoholic medication to prepare to confront the swine flu in Mazatlan.

Getting back to the boat, I found that I needed to go through all the cabinets to find out where Sheilagh had been storing everything. She did a walk-through with me before we left the boat, but my memory remains challenged. Thankfully, Sheilagh had prepared a mini-cookbook for me, made up of simple meals that “even I” was supposedly able to handle. Since we had left the refrigerator/freezer in a defrost condition, I needed to bring it back up online and then restock it, along with restocking some of the other cabinets.

Although I gave a tribute to Sheilagh (my gorgeous cruising partner) in my April 10th blog, I was only now beginning to realize the full extent of her usefulness in the past. Now it was necessary for me to do the actual shopping instead of wandering over to the wine section, while she did the real shopping. My shopping seemed to take a lot longer than it did with Sheilagh, forced as I was to wander around and find the proper sections for the various products I needed. The next item on my list always seemed to be at the other side of the store.

That night I forced myself to start using Sheilagh’s recipe book to do some actual cooking on my own. You have to appreciate the fact that I do not like to cook and have been happy to leave the galley completely under Sheilagh’s management. I tried some beef stroganoff with hamburger, managed to cook the noodles enough to chew them, and heated up a can of mixed peas, carrots, and corn for my vegetable. It all turned out pretty well, and I had enough for lunch the next day. It seemed as if this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

In the four-plus weeks since, I have decided that I was never meant to be a bachelor and certainly not a single-handed cruiser. In the past I could get away with dropping various articles of clothing around the boat, knowing that somehow they would be picked up and put somewhere more appropriate to being found. Sheilagh’s not around to find the things I’m missing, and I can no longer blame the loss on her either throwing them out or hiding them from me. I seem to be missing a lot more things with her gone than I ever did with her around.

In the past I helped with the dishes occasionally, but now they don’t seem to get done unless I do them. Whereas Sheilagh wouldn’t go to bed without the dishes being done, I usually have to do them when I have run out of the pots, pans, or dishes that I need for the next meal. Now doing dishes is a major chore because there are so many of them to do. I even have to hand dry them, rather than let them drip dry, because there isn’t enough room in the galley to pile them up and still have room to prepare the next meal. It’s a real bummer I can tell you.

One of the benefits of this new lifestyle is that I can comfortably sit on my butt and read or relax without any feeling of guilt. It was difficult to do this with Sheilagh around because she has an inherent need to be constantly busy with one thing or another. She might sit down with a book now and then, but at the end of the next chapter she would be up and about seeing what else she could get busy with. She kept assuring me that I could sit and relax while she was sweeping or mopping the cabin deck – sure!

So I would attempt to ignore her and continue relaxing, lifting my feet as necessary to avoid the broom or mop. I prefer to wait until I can feel the grit on my bare feet, and then I know there’s definitely something there to clean up. I’ve also found there aren’t many places to sit on the boat and take my ease, now that the cushions in the saloon are covered with books, navigation tools, clean clothing that hasn’t been put away, a backpack, a couple of DVD albums – and that’s just taking a quick look around the cabin.

Cooking, of course is the big problem. I can remember Sheilagh asking what I wanted for lunch or dinner, and responding that I wanted the usual “caviar a la crème,” which is my shorthand for saying that I had no idea what I wanted. I always knew that whatever she came up with would be delicious, and the unknown nature of the coming meal would be part of the attraction. Now I have to think up something on my own, a task I get around to doing at about 7 or 8 in the evening. Naturally this is too late to thaw anything from the freezer, so I don’t have a lot of choices.

Our microwave only has a high setting; so it’s not usable for defrosting anything. I have learned to immerse the packaged chicken in a hot pan of water to speed the process, after which I fry it up as thoroughly as possible to avoid getting some disease Sheilagh has warned me about with regard to partially cooked chicken. I also take the precaution of eating only the exterior meat not touching the bone just in case my cooking was not thorough enough.

I have also learned to rely on hamburger meat for a variety of dishes, such as hamburger stroganoff and hamburger sprinkled over a chef’s salad, not to mention cheeseburgers. I’ve always liked vegetables; so I sometimes boil up a packaged soup and add a cup or so of canned or frozen vegetables to it. I could survive this way, but it’s a real chore to not only think of what to have, but to thaw it out in time, cook it correctly, and then clean up the mess at the end. No, this is definitely not the way I would want to survive over any length of time.

Despite my moaning and complaining above, I have had plenty of time to go hiking, kayaking, swimming, shade bathing (I’ve had more than my share of sun bathing), and taking naps. It has been hot and muggy here over the past four weeks; so the middle of the day is not the time to be working on the boat or exercising, both of which are better done in the early morning or late afternoon. The grocery stores are quite cool, so grocery shopping is a good exercise for the middle of the afternoon, and it allows a certain amount of hiking as I look for just the right food items to avoid going back out in the heat.

At about 3 or 4 PM every afternoon I grab my beach bag and head to the El Cid pool to relax in the shade and take a dip every now and then. In the beach bag I have my latest book, a Sudoku puzzle book with pen, my IPod, my wallet, a key to the gate, a towel, and a small flask of rum. As I arrive at the pool I select one of the better chaise lounge types under an umbrella and unload everything, including my hat, shirt, glasses, sandals and watch. Then I hotfoot it over to the edge of the pool and dive into the most wonderful cool water you can imagine – helped of course by the fact that I was dripping with sweat before plunging in.

Then I dry off, order a diet coke from the bar, turn on my IPod to some classical music, and start reading my book. As soon as the diet coke arrives, I wait for the waiter to retire and slip out my flask to add some “seasoning” to the coke. Then I alternate reading, working puzzles, selecting songs, and taking dips between sips. Not a bad way to end the afternoon every day. Then it’s back to the boat to remember that I forgot to get anything out to thaw for dinner – but you’ve heard that story above.

This is how Aurora looks out of the water - I was embarrassed to show a "before" picture

Last week I had our boat lifted out of the water and taken to the boatyard to get the bottom painted. I had been having less and less success at keeping the bottom clean, and it had been over a year and a half since last we had it painted; so it was about time. The boatyard did a great job for a price about one-half of what I paid in San Diego and they did it fairly quickly. I lived on my boat as it was sitting in the yard, and that was a challenge. I had to block up the sinks and not use them, since they would have dripped dirty water over the hull that was being painted. My solution was to do the dishes in the cruisers’ lounge attached to the boatyard, and do all face and hand washing, along with teeth cleaning, over the head – allowing me to pump the residue into the holding tank until I could get the boat back in the water.

This is Aurora hanging in the straps just prior to being relaunched - they leave it in the straps overnight to let the paint dry on the very bottom of the keel

It got a bit hotter on the boat while it was in the yard, since I had to keep the portholes closed to keep out the sanding that was being done on my boat and the others nearby. During that time I took refuge in the cruisers’ lounge, where there was air-conditioning and internet access. That was where I did some very detailed trip planning and caught up on my messages every day. The boatyard did not provide cable TV, which caused me to miss the final performances of Dancing with the Stars, but I had Sheilagh tape it at home, where I can watch it when I return.

I have also had a chance to do some sightseeing, even remembering the camera on a couple of occasions. Here are some of the pictures I took:

This is the main Mazatlan Beach looking S0uth toward the communication towers on the hill







This is the Fishermen's monument in the center of the Malecon - it shows a rather flexible anchor leaning up against a lighthouse with a plump lady reclining on the anchor shaft and a fisherman around the tower preparing to throw his net











This is a typical neighborhood beauty parlor - closed on Sunday







It was easier to see the spires of the cathedral from the rear - the front of the building faces on a formal park, overgrown with trees, shrubs and flowers - and spread throughout the park are shoeshine stands everywhere - who knows why they congregate here?










On Thursday evening, Jim and Craig will be flying in from Kauai and Seattle respectively to help me take the boat back up to San Diego. It is almost 1000 nautical miles from Mazatlan to San Diego, and we hope to do it in 10 – 20 days, if the weather cooperates. I’ll be describing the trip in a future blog. More later . . .

Saturday, April 25, 2009

April 24th (2009) – Mazatlan – Jim’s Blog #88

Current Location – Mazatlan – Lat: 23°16.12’ N / Long: 106°27.85’ W

It has been two weeks now since my last blog and most of that time has been spent in San Diego. There doesn’t seem much reason to write about the mundane aspects of being ashore in this blog, rather than the adventure of living and cruising on our boat. Nevertheless this will bring you up-to-date with what we’re doing before I head back to Mazatlan for the month of May.

We tied our boat securely to the slip in the El Cid Marina on Monday, April 13th, and notified our neighbors to keep an eye on it for us. On the morning net we offered to take flat, stamped mail to the U.S. to post it there, but another cruiser closer to the drop-off point also volunteered; so we had nothing to carry north. That courtesy allows cruisers to bypass the Mexican mail system, and there is usually someone flying north to the U.S. or Canada at least a couple of times a week.

We locked up the hatches and portholes, the lazarettes in the cockpit, and finally the main hatch – no sense inviting folks to take something that seems abandoned. We also locked the outboard motor onto the stern rail, tying down the dinghy securely on the foredeck. We have had no trouble in the two seasons we’ve been cruising, but it’s always wise to eliminate temptation.

There is no bus service to the Mazatlan Airport, so we took a cab for about $30, getting there about three hours ahead of time. We took Alaska Airlines (what are they doing down here?) with a destination of Los Angeles as the first stop. Once there we could wait about 5 hours and take a connecting flight to San Diego, but our daughter, Melissa, who lives in Newport Beach, offered to pick us up and put us up for the night. It was wonderful to see her and her three gorgeous granddaughters.

The next morning Melissa took us down to San Diego, where we started putting our condo back together after renting it to a niece for the last year and a half. We had shoe-horned all of our furniture into the second bedroom for the duration of our cruising, and it was somewhat like playing Tetris in reverse to get it all back out. The difficult part was remembering how to put the bed back together, after first locating the screws and nuts that had previously been stored in a location we thought would be self-evident. Not!

For most of the past two weeks we have been adapting to life on shore in the lap of luxury. Take the refrigerator for example. Imagine having ice cubes delivered automatically from the front of the refrigerator – instead of having to freeze water in plastic bags using an engine-driven compressor for an hour a day and then using an ice pick to break it up into usable chunks! Sheilagh is ecstatic that she can just open the door to the refrigerator instead of having to clear the counter over the refrigerator in the boat in order to get to the top-opening refrigerator and freezer and then unload the top layers to get to the item she wants.

It’s a pleasure to merely jump into a car to go shopping for groceries instead of getting into a dinghy, motoring to shore, surfing the back of the waves onto the beach, hiking to a nearby grocery store, carrying everything back to the beach, loading the dinghy, running the dinghy back through the oncoming surf, loading the groceries onto the boat from the dinghy, and transporting them down the companionway before putting them away. What was that dream about sailing into the sunset with not a care in the world?

We are now used to walking on level surfaces that don’t tip at all. No longer do we have to make sure we’re holding onto some part of the structure as we walk through a room. We can set our glasses and dishes on flat surfaces without worrying about whether they might slide off. Of course our tables no longer have raised edges to guard against losing tableware. One of the drawbacks to this stable environment is that we no longer have the gentle rocking of the bedroom as we’re sleeping.

We have made the rounds of the marine and hardware stores to collect supplies such as oil filters, replacements for broken fittings, and a new pair of sailing gloves (the old ones having worn down from all the kayaking I’ve been doing. One of our fellow cruisers asked me to pick up some bee sting kits and bring them back for use by a number of cruisers in the Sea of Cortez this summer. This kit involves the use of a hypodermic needle without the needle, used to suck out a bee stinger, as well as any fluid that may have been injected with the stinger.

The most important jobs we had were to fix our cockpit GPS and my laptop while in the States. Our GPS had suddenly quit acquiring satellites during our return trip up the coast to Barra de Navidad, and we had been carrying a useless GPS unit since then. Garmin suggested we probably needed a new software update, after their restart procedure didn’t work. We carried the GPS unit up with us to San Diego, where we met up with the software chip we had them send to our mailbox there.

We immediately took the chip and the unit to West Marine where we hoped to update the software using a power setup from one of the GPS’s they had on display. We found a comparably pinned power cord from a demo unit, and updated the software, but couldn’t get any satellite acquisition in the store. The clerk who was helping us lent us a replacement cord, and we went out to our car to use the 12 volt battery there. Soon enough we found that the unit was still not working; so we called the Garmin Support Center and learned that we could get a replacement unit for $170 plus shipping. Apparently “controlled obsolescence” worked fairly well in this case – the unit failing just about 6 months after the warranty had run out.

We sent the unit in with a check and now waiting for its return. Sheilagh and I have been using Skype quite heavily to deal with the long waits and the intricate entry of information as we deal with the Garmin customer-service telephone system, as well as the systems of other service centers we are dealing with. In one case it took me an entire hour of entering data and waiting for responses as I was 1) routed through the automated system to an actual human being, who 2) rerouted me back into the same automated loop I had been in for 10 minutes, which 3) routed me to another individual who apparently disconnected me as he was supposedly putting me on hold. I called up again and went through the same process to 4) get another human being on the phone, who 5) had to consult the next level of support, and who 6) finally got back to me with the news that the unit was being worked on and “it usually takes 5-10 working days to get the unit back.” They couldn’t be more specific.

I had also experienced some bubbles occurring across the top of my laptop screen during the past couple of weeks. The bubbles appeared to be air bubbles, which were growing in size day by day, but which remained at the top of the screen regardless of the orientation of the laptop. In this case the laptop was on warranty; so Dell sent me a box with all the padding and postage I would need. I sent it in last Tuesday and received it back today – no charge for anything. On top of that it was fairly easy to get through to the Dell service organization to get the status of the repair.

To stay in shape I dusted off my bicycle and began riding to get some exercise. I have 24 gears on the bike, with access to only about 16 gears (I can’t get one of the forward gears to work), and the need for only about 8 gears. I installed a speedometer and pacer; so I can keep my mind busy watching gauges as I do on the boat or in a car. I’ve now worked up to an average of 10 mph as I ride on fairly level ground from our condo to Mission Beach on fairly well-protected bike paths most of the way. If it weren’t for the discomfort of the bike seat, the exercise might almost be enjoyable – particularly with the ride along the beach with a close view of bikini-clad roller skaters, sunbathers, and volleyball players.

Our condo is on the San Diego River, which I ride along to get to the beach. This is a fairly shallow river unless the tide is in. I’m looking forward to getting my kayak back to San Diego and seeing if the river is navigable at high tide from my condo to the beach and back. Since the river level is affected clear up to our condo by the tide, I may have to go down the river at the top of the high tide ebb, wait about 6 hours and then return on the incoming tide near the highest level. I’m hoping there aren’t any regulations against kayaking on this river, but I intend to ask forgiveness after the fact rather than learn more than I want to know about the rules and regulations.

That’s about it from here on shore. I hope the mundane things I’ve been discussing haven’t driven you away from this blog. I’m actually looking forward to getting back on the boat next Thursday, and starting preparations for the Baja Bash back up to San Diego. Although not everything is convenient on a boat, there’s nothing like having a floating home that can be sailed anywhere I might want to go. Except for the need for diesel fuel and groceries occasionally, it’s great to be self-sufficient on one’s own boat, making our own water and electricity, and sailing off into the sunset or sunrise whenever we feel like it.

More later . . .

Sunday, April 12, 2009

April 10th (2009) – Mazatlan – Jim’s Blog #87

Current Location – Mazatlan – Lat: 23°16.12’ N / Long: 106°27.85’ W

A Tribute to the 'Best Crewperson' ever

We’ve been relaxing for the past week, as we prepare to end our cruising lifestyle. We’ll be flying up to southern California on Monday, the 13th, and that will be the end of Sheilagh’s cruising on a regular basis. Then I’ll be flying back down to Mazatlan at the end of April and sailing the boat north with two friends of mine, Jim and Craig, in June. I’m not sure about my cruising future, but I intend to look into crewing for other boats or getting crew for my boat to sail to the South Pacific and beyond. Sheilagh says she’ll be glad to visit me when I arrive someplace, but it had better be a location with commercial jet runways that can handle the larger jets – no small planes for her either.

On the bow

Since we started this experiment in October of 2007, Sheilagh has given it a good 18 months of effort to get over her fear of the ocean and of the weather as experienced from the deck of a small sailboat, but that’s not something that may be curable. She has also been the best crew someone could have for any number of reasons, not the least of which is her total command of the galley and the gourmet output from that location. She’s also a bit of a “neat freak” and has spent a lot of time keeping the boat not only clean but in very good order. I have been happy to have her keep things neat except when she puts something away that I had planned to use or wear in the next few days. Frankly I have to confess I’ve been more of a slob than I usually am during this cruising lifestyle, knowing that Sheilagh will clean up after me.

In the engine room

And I also have to confess that I’ve taken advantage of her desire for orderliness by having her keep the inventory of not only food, but boat parts, supplies – in fact whatever is not visible to the naked eye when the cabinets and drawers are closed. She keeps track of the zincs needed to keep our metal boat parts from deteriorating, as well as the schedule of when they need replacement. She tracks when the engine needs an oil change and does a lot of the work related to changing the oil, the oil filters and the fuel filters. She never has trusted the sails or her sailing ability; so the engine has become very high on her list of items to keep in tip top shape. She changes the hard-to-get-at impeller blade that insures the engine stays cooled by delicately inserting herself into the engine room and asking only for tools from me.. She calls this exercise “boat yoga,” and it’s the only “exercise” she will admit to practicing.

Holding her first tuna

In the cruising community there are generally recognized “blue” jobs for the guys and “pink” jobs for the ladies. Sheilagh never has followed that criteria, and I think she’s been considered a threat to the status quo for a lot of the cruising wives. There isn’t a male cruiser we’ve met who wouldn’t love to have her skills and talents wear off on their own crew. What she’s doing is making sure that “her” engine is going to get her back to land when the sails fail. She’s never felt that I really cared about the engine, because I would prefer to sail even if it takes a lot longer to get there. So she’s taken it upon herself to make sure the engine is in perfect shape. Her hearing immediately detects the slightest change in the sound of the engine, and she will not rest until she finds out what’s causing the problem. At times she has been quite upset to find that my knee-bouncing on the deck to a tune on my IPod has caused her to go all over the engine looking for the “engine knock.”

Relaxing for once

I can’t count the number of times Sheilagh has stopped me as I was calling for a sail change to point out that there were lines or line-stoppers that needed to be set before starting the procedure. I’ll never forget the time when we were sailing our Cal 20 in Hawaii some 30 years ago and were laid over by a freak squall. I shouted at Sheilagh to let the “rope” go. I had been lecturing her on the need to learn the proper names of items on the boat, but at that critical time, as the boat was lying on its side, I couldn’t remember the name for the jib sheet. As frightened as she must have been in the situation, she stood fully erect on the side of the boat that was being held under water and yelled “I’ll let it go when you tell me the name of the line you want me to release.” It won’t be easy to replace that kind of quality crew.

At the top of the mast

In the next few days Sheilagh will be taking me around the boat to show me where everything is located that I used to be able to ask her for. I will also have to start keeping the boat log and the maintenance log. The worst part is my having to learn to cook for myself, but even here Sheilagh is preparing me to survive. She has made a list of easy-to-cook dishes with the ingredients necessary to feed me and two crew members. Hopefully they’ll have a few dishes they can cook to offset my “cooking skills.”

Sightseeing

She has already typed out instructions for making water and emptying the holding tank and posted them where they will be easy to access for each procedure. Lately she has been reminding me to turn on the shower drain pump before getting into the shower – something she has been doing for me when I am up to my ankles in shower water and don’t want to track water through the boat to hit the switch.

Taking a cockpit shower

Although Sheilagh has had a history of being geographically challenged every place except in a mall, she has learned to navigate along the coast of Mexico, including planning trips, recording fixes, using radar, and generally questioning every navigational decision I make. She will not agree that we are anchored until she has personally determined that the anchor is well set. She also gets up in the middle of the night to check our position and make sure we’re still anchored securely.

In an internet cafe on Skype

She keeps track of all of our financial dealings and has set up automated payments where possible. When we get into an internet environment, it is Sheilagh who tracks the bills and payments, checks the declining balance of our nest egg, and insures that we have sufficient funds in our account to be able to use the ATM’s in the various localities. She runs down the best buys in health, car, and boat insurance, and makes sure we upgrade at key dates. When her business dealings are complete, she uses Skype to get in touch with each of our four daughters, where she is often called upon for personal advice and parental advice in the raising our four grandchildren and our dog, Rascalita, that she had to leave behind with our daughter, Kim, to do the cruising we wanted to do – Rascalita was not a happy cruiser.

Eating breakfast on a stern seat

When we entertain, it is Sheilagh who decides on the components of the feast, buys and prepares all the food, straightens things up in case guests may come below to look at the inside of the boat (usually we entertain in the cockpit), lays out the table, approves the music, and looks like a million dollars when the guests arrive. She prompts me to make drinks and notifies me when someone needs another drink. She monitors the discussions the guests are having and cuts off those that start to talk of politics. It may be difficult to find crew who can do all these things for future trips, and I am not holding out much hope of being able to do so.

One of her favorite positions in the cockpit

After the foregoing tribute to my lovely crew, some of you may be asking yourselves what it is that I do around the boat. In addition to taking orders from Sheilagh and making sure she is happy with my “decisions,” I’m responsible for a few things such as going topside in the middle of the night to run down any noise that Sheilagh can’t explain. My other duties are to scratch her back when it itches (nearly every morning), lift heavy loads, compliment her on all the work she does, and attempt to get her to slow down and relax. Beyond that I do very little in comparison to what Sheilagh does; so I’d rather not go into those items.

Crewpersons don't come better looking than this

This is a tribute to my gorgeous and wonderful wife of 39+ years, who has gone beyond the marriage vows to support me throughout my life and particularly with regard to this cruising experiment. It is amazing to me that she has been able to put up with me on a 24/7 basis, after years of marriage where my traveling job kept us apart during a large part of each week. She has coped remarkably with her own fears, my hard-to-handle personality on a constant basis, and the gaps of time and distance from her children and grandchildren. They don’t make crew better than Sheilagh.

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