Here we are about 2/3 down the outside of Baja now, with only the one passage left to go to get to Cabo San Lucas. This one was not our longest to date….it only seemed like it. We had winds and seas that Slappey tries to avoid, yet there we were, out in the middle of it. Seas were truly uncomfortable, and sometimes breaking just behind the stern (back end of the boat.)I actually poured my bottle of olive oil over the back of the boat during one hairy bit of my watch. I figured it was just an old wives tale, but John says no, it really does make a little slick behind you and keeps the waves from cresting…for a time. It may have been overkill, but it felt like the thing to do. We were being tossed around like so much Cesar Salad. The sailing was practically dead downwind, a hard angle to sail, as you have to tilt the stern out from the wind a bit, and then do it again the other way, to keep somewhat on your rhumb line. When it happens really fast, and you didn’t actually plan for it, it’s called an accidental jibe. We had three of them in quick succession. Uff da. Dang those sophisticated chart plotters; they make you want to avoid anything that takes you away from your waypoint! We made it, though, albeit with almost no sleep that first day and night, so we were bushed. It improved quite a bit the second night. We had a bright, full moon the whole night. If only we could have had enough energy to enjoy it!
Bahia Santa Maria is a round bay with a little lagoon at one corner, though we are anchored too far out to see the actual lagoon entrance. It is also ringed on one side by those nice, bare, Spaghetti Western-looking mountains. The other side is a low beach, over which is another bay called Bahia Magdalena. On one side of that bay is the Port of San Carlos, which is probably why we can get decent internet with our Telcel stick. We were so tired coming in that I don’t think I can face leaving again for the next 2-day beat until Monday. We will just stay on the boat, read, rest, try to hear interesting things on the high frequency radio, and plot the next leg of our trip. We have a couple of neighbors today, one of whom we met in Turtle Bay. More boats may arrive, which is always entertainment. Everyone gets out their binoculars and tries to identify the boat, or the flags on the boat. It reminds me of being at my Grandparents’ house on the back porch, and having everyone turn and stare at any car that came down the driveway.
The next update should come from Cabo San Lucas, where we hope to get a slip in the marina for a few days before crossing the Sea of Cortez for the mainland.