Welcome Back to Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico

It turns out that the change in wind direction last reported was part of one of those convergence zones. Around 0100 this morning, the wind had picked up to 18 21 knots and the seas followed suit. It was still coming from the port forward quarter, but we were bouncing around like crazy and getting a lot of sea spray on the windows. Sigh. Then at around 0300, we passed out of the zone and all went back to being status quo. Actually, today may have even been a touch smoother overall than yesterday. We find the windy patches along this coast to be really weird.

The most odd thing that happened today was a private jet flew by so low that it showed up on radar. It was definitely flying at less than 1,000 feet, and maybe was even as low as 500 feet.

We were all in incredibly high spirits all day. Christi and Eric were on cloud nine, really. The stars have to have aligned for us for this run, because everything about this leg has been so perfect in every way (except Trevor being sick, of course). The amazing weather. Completing the Baja run in about 1/3 to 1/4 of the time we had anticipated it would take since we didn’t have to stop. Seeing the whales. And now we were literally counting the minutes until our circumnavigation was complete. Just when we thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. We got word from Eric’s company that a project he has worked on for the last 8 years has finally come to fruition. Wow. His project and our circumnavigation are basically done the same day. That is just unbelievable! It is seriously too good to be true! As you can imagine, after we got that news, we were beyond elated. And Trevor was so excited to be sharing the joy with us.

At 18:29 exactly, we officially reached a point we had been to before. We crossed the circumnavigation line, near the island of Todos Santos at 31- 46N and 116-46W.

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It’s real. We did it.

Our chart plotter numbers each and every waypoint we enter into it. After we got to that mark, we made a course change to follow our previous line back into Ensenada harbor. That was waypoint number 892. Once back on the line, the next course change was at waypoint number 6. Number 6! It seems like a lifetime ago in Continue reading

Exploring Los Cabos and Its Food

Continued from yesterday”¦ The grocery store was in another new and posh, though much smaller, mall. Most of the people in the mall were gringos (white people). The grocery store is like a Super-Target, with a humungous selection of food, house wares, clothes, etc. We did a quick stock up, then Patrick took us to see the brand new marina that they have just built in San Jose del Cabo. We didn’t even know the marina existed. It is very nice, but the marina prices are ungodly in this area. The reason we decided to anchor out was because a slip in the Cabo San Lucas marina would have cost us $250 per night. And this new marina is not much less expensive. Here is a shot of it.

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We met the dock master. It just so happens that he wrote a book on how to do the Baja Bash, so we bought a copy from him. Knowing we have a book full of pointers is making us feel a little less nervous about the last leg.

Next on the “to do” list was to go to the airport to pick up Trevor, who is going to be crewing for us to Ensenada. It turned out Continue reading

Welcome to Los Cabos, Baja California, Mexico

This morning the alarm went off at 0630. We both wanted to sleep more, exhausted from the passage. But we had made plans to go to breakfast with a new friend and we needed to get up. The person we were meeting is named Patrick, and he is a blog reader that lives in Los Cabos. He had contacted us a few months ago and offered to show us around town when we were in the Los Cabos area. We have chatted with him quite a bit since then via email, and we were looking forward to meeting him in person.

We got ready and called a water taxi at 0730, figuring he’d get us to shore by 0800. The taxi showed up at 0800 and dropped us off at the water taxi stand, which was a good mile from where we had asked to be dropped off. Here is a shot of Kosmos and Cabo San Lucas from the water taxi.

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We called Patrick and told him we were at the wrong place. He told us to stay put and he would find us. We checked out our surroundings while we waited. We were on a boardwalk that wraps around the man made harbor within the natural bay. As far as we could tell, the buildings along the boardwalk appeared to be Continue reading

Stability, Kayaking and Departing for Cabo

Christi was up before dawn yesterday. Don’t be too impressed”¦ the sun doesn’t rise until 0800 here. The pre-dawn silence was suddenly shattered by two people talking. One, who sounded like an adolescent boy with a changing voice, said “I like that boat Kosmos”. The other, a deeper adult male voice, said “Yours is much safer than that one. See the poles there? Those are stabilizers. That boat is so unstable that if you don’t put the poles down, then the boat could flip over.” Christi opened the back door to Continue reading

Hanging Out in Bahia Navidad

After we had found out the price of the marina, we had resolved to only spend one night and then move to the anchorage in the morning. But after talking to the cruising couple later in the afternoon, we had started to reconsider moving. The anchorage is naturally flat calm, but can get rocky from all the speed boats zipping around. The bottom is soft mud with poor holding, which means you have to put out a lot of chain. Bringing in a lot of very muddy chain didn’t sound good. That would make our anchor locker a gross mess. And, the water is shallow, so sometimes mud laden waves splash onto the sides of the boat, sometimes getting over the walls and on the decks, and getting mud everywhere. And mosquitoes can be a problem, though with the wind so strong probably won’t be. When we had gone to bed that night, we still hadn’t decided for sure whether we were moving or not.

That night was a restless one for Christi. She woke up often to blow her nose. In the morning, she felt absolutely miserable, too weak and tired to do much of anything. Christi waking up sick sort of made the decision about moving for us. We were staying. Life in a marina is Continue reading