Day 2

Back to living on the walls. It's been a while since we were beating and bashing and plowing into the seas. Little reminders of the Red Sea but without the sandstorms.

Even though only 90 miles to Cabo where we will at least have respite for a night, we are slowly adjusting to another salty passage, making miles against both the seas and chilly Pacific winds streaming out of the west.

Not much to do but embrace the ride and try to keep pinching to the west as we near the Baja Peninsula. DK keeps punching her bow into the waves, the decks are awash, and one of us curls up into the leeward cockpit nook under the dodger with a blanket and book. Me, I'm once again totally sucked into the page-turning novel of "Shantaram", one of my favorite stories I've read in the last decade. Nic has already consumed two books and copious amounts of warm tea. She is hunkered down below in the lee cloth.

This is our world. We are back on the ocean and working for our northerly miles. Still unsure if there is a hole to continue up the Baja or if we will hunker down on the Cabo Peninsula and wait. We will see tomorrow.

At Sea

Our world is shades of blue and white again. The light wind whistles familiarly through the boom and along the rigging. It feels good to be back on the sea.

With blessings from friends and a wish of our own we left Puerto Vallarta around 9 am this morning. We changed our head sail to our 90% and tucked our well loved 130% away. With dolphins as an escort and cooling northerly winds for company we are on our way. We sip fresh chamomile tea and nibble luscious pluots from California as a snack, both of us curled comfortably into the leeward cockpit again.

Magnum has just passed us and there is a strange absence of birds for company. We still have no answer for Gar's breathing issue but he's better today and we'll take this one like every other, one step at a time. For now we make wishes on the wind and urge our faithful steed along. Two hundred and forty miles to Cabo.