I cannot say thank you enuf

Saturday morning i finished packing and caught the 10:30 bus in La Paz for the 3.5 hour ride to the Cabo airport. The airport, while pleasant and very clean, isn't really ready for the demands of post 9-1-1 travel, and i was packing some bottles of tequila as gifts so would have to check a bag. Result: glad i got there two hours early because i stood in line over an hour. Odd thing tho...at one point i turned around, caught sight of the man's face behind me, tilted my head and recognized him. He was a customer of mine i had sold a boat to and then sold it for him a long time ago, and prior to that he was a customer at the yacht lease company (Dino). He was headed home to San Francisco after a vacation. This provided a little entertainment for us and helped the wait go by.

Once in the air i started journaling on my laptop, looked thru the in flight magazine (used to play soccer with its editor), admired the Baja peninsula from the air, and became even more excited about the surprise i was about to give my dearest friends. About a month ago Susanne and Juli e-vited everyone to their annual holiday party and i was still on their list. It gave me a target to aim for: if everything went smoothly, i would arrive at the party at about 9 or 9:30.

I collected my bag after we landed and pulled out the layers i had brought for the cold weather. Somehow i had miscommunicated with Dave about picking me up and lending me his car. He and Angela only live a few minutes from the airport. I thought that they, Tyler, the McGraths were the only ones that knew i was coming for the holydaze. Amy and i had chatted on the internet the day before, and without being dishonest i hoped i had hidden this surprise from her. So i called Dave but could only leave a message and then caught a cab. During that ride i had time to worry that this surprise was not off to an auspicious start. What if Jack and Cinny, whom i hoped to stay with, were out of town? Everyone has their own busy lives, where else would my surprise not fit, etcetera. I acknowledged those tho'ts and let 'em go and trusted this would be a wonderful visit.

The cab pulled up in front of the decorated house, xmas lights shining bright from the eves. The driver turned on the car's overhead light to make change for me, I worried someone might look out and his light might let them recognize me. But it didn't happen. The place was packed and emanated happy energy as it does every year. The front door was cracked open to let heat out and air in. Thru a light mist, I carried my bags around to the side door to come in the kitchen. Passing alone thru the quiet and dark outside contrasted starkly with all the light and conversation and laughter inside. I stashed my bags outside, let myself in the door and felt like a "fly on the wall." I looked into the kitchen from its "mud room" and held still. They were here. These people with whom i have history, people with whom i share something beyond the ability of words to speak, something about weathering the winds of life, about mourning and celebrating, sharing confusion and seeking wisdom, about discovering that being in it together as much as we can be is true, is worth our effort and matters. All this was only the tip of something much bigger rushing thru me in a single breath and right past tears that would wait, my heart felt about to burst.

I watched for maybe a minute and wanted this "movie" to go into slow motion. I started to take off my jacket. Susanne was across the kitchen hostessing. She looked so happy, her house full of friends and voices and delicious smells. She looked up. Our eyes met. Now i wanted the "movie" to stop completely. I hoped to remember this moment for the rest of my life. There was surprise in her face, but more there was love and joy, unconditional, beyond time and space. Did the universe feel its ripple? Did she feel it reflecting back to her? It felt powerful! Next thing i knew, our arms were strong around each other, my eyes shut tight against any more input. I could not feel this hug enuf, and i was deeply grateful it lasted a long, long time as other dear friends came into the kitchen. I didn't want to let go, but then there was the next dear one to hold tight, to feel really in my arms... I had come from being alone in an experience that shimmers with unreality. What a huge contrast. THIS felt real. And if i pay clear enuf attention to it, could it even feel transcendent?

Maybe i got a small idea of how a soldier coming home from battle feels. I don't want the last few months, and lately my internal explorations, to feel like a battle, but they have been intense. I needed this moment more than i knew. It was priceless. But that is not the right word for it. The Lakota vow of appreciation - sounds like "aho-motak-we-assen" - means "all my ancestors," referring not only to one's parents and grandparents but to all the stars and every moment in time, each born to live and die, that have led to this moment. THIS one, that passes too, locked safely into its history and leading to its offspring. Here was a moment born from attention "paid" to living and to dying and to each other. In mortal terms it "cost" way too much, in immortal terms it was worth it.

A week out and back

Photo: pelican sunning on a bulbous bow, crazy bird!

The wily dorado:

En route from La Paz to Playa Bonanza, the winds were a steady 15 to 20 knots out of the north. We (Akimbo and i) were beating with the full main and jib, which was a little too much in the gusts but was glorious sailing. I held starboard tack a little extra to be sure i could lay for San Lorenzo channel and not have to tack again. Shortly after tacking, the rapid clicking of the reel announced a fish on. It was the second time that day. The first time whatever hit the lure got off the hook by the time i hove Akimbo to. But, sailing single handed, i have no other plan. I have to take care of the boat first, and the fishing next. So here we went again. Jib aback, helm “hard to lee” and Akimbo steady and stable slipping sideways at a knot and a half. Very comfy and controllable. As i pulled the rod back, and reeled up the slack, i was happy to find the fish still on this time and giving a good fight. With the sun high in the sky, i could see below the water’s surface a little and was thrilled to see the bright flash of a pretty big fish on the hook. Closer now, i saw a second flash, another fish chasing after it? Then the one on the hook leaped into the air and flailed. It was a dorado. And the other fish did not appear to be trying to eat it. I remembered someone saying that the dorado mate for life, or at least travel in pairs, or maybe i remember that incorrectly. But now i was distracted by the safety string that secures the pole to the boat getting tangled up with the reel. Damn! I couldn’t reel anymore in. Remembering the dorado that bit thru the line when Cody hooked one, i didn’t want to be too patient but i was stuck. As it turned out, Akimbo’s slow sideways progress kept tension on the line while i untangled and removed the string. Back to reeling in, which i did until the fish was only nine feet off now. The gaff was under the cockpit seat, out of reach. So i decided to try to pull the fish on deck by pulling the leader in by hand. I pulled, the fish landed on the swimstep, beautiful and days of good food! But it renewed its panic, snapped the fishing line (throwing the lure into the cockpit, thank you), fell back into the water and was gone. “Damn!” “Good fight. Good for you. Keep the hook. Next time.” In retrospect i should have let Akimbo keep the tension on the line again while i went and got the gaff, which now sits hooked on the stern pulpit within reach. I retied the lure on the line and put it back out but got no more bites.

I arrived at the anchorage at the north end of the beach, disappointed to find a boat anchored in the corner i had hoped for. But then they were probably disappointed to have to share the place. So i dropped anchor a little farther out and cooked up scallops and veggies on pasta in time to enjoy dinner at sunset. My plan for this week is to alternate days between sailing and staying at anchor. Playa Bonanza is a beautiful sand beach over two miles long. Maybe tomorrow i’ll get a long beach walk in.

I could write a rendition here of kayaked ashore, walked on the beach, collected Espiritu Santo jewels and trash, spent the day at anchor…but there’s more. Of course there’s more. You could write an account of any one of your days the same way. As a litany of what happened, but not how it happened, not what caught your eye, why it caught your eye, and the tho’ts that that particular gem prompted from you…

Playa de Bonanza is on the southeast corner of the island of Espiritu Santo. It took about four hours to walk its length and back. The give of the sand underfoot gave my calves a workout they are telling me about today. There were a few places where pocks left in the sand told of many feet. I wondered what had taken place there, and noticed an orange chaff in each divit. On closer inspection, the chaff looked like very very small shrimp. “Ah, krill,” i told myself. Thousands of krill. Hmm. I imagined fishermen pulling nets in here? And these were NOT what they were after, these were the detritus that shook off the nets and got left behind, a nuisance if anything. Later i noticed a brown line in the sand at the high mark of the waves before they receded with the tide, and again, upon closer inspection, krill. OK, make that millions, no trillions of krill. The color difference? Maybe the brown ones die in the water and wash up, while the orange ones die out on the beach in the sun.

As their presence seeped into my consciousness, what a wonder they became! If these creatures were any tinier they would be microscopic…invisible to the naked eye. And THEY are what draws the largest animals on the planet here? I can’t help but wonder what else i am not seeing in this sea that is absolutely teeming with life. Life that, in the visible realm, all seems to start with the krill. And in what other contexts, what other parallels, what else is invisible to me?

The next day i sailed for Bahia de los Muertos. On the way north in transit a month ago, we had anchored there at dusk and weighed anchor at dawn, ready to “arrive” at the end of our trip, at La Paz. My bet was that Muertos is another place deserving a closer look. The day started with 5 to 10 knots of wind out of the southwest. Taking my cues from the swell from the north and the forecast for 15 to 25 knots from the northwest, i left the main up and kicked on the engine. As i motored thru flat calm for a few hours, i was glad i hadn’t chased the dying wind by putting up the drifter, proud to have harbored my strength. When the wind finally started to fill as forecast, i unrolled the genoa and enjoyed a great downwind sail, touching over 8 knots at times.

Thru the day i remembered the krill, and my surface view of life. Twice porpoise launched themselves many feet out of the depths, depths beyond my sight. At the end of the day, on our last layline into the anchorage, backlit by the setting sun that we sailed into, clouds of vapor shot skyward from the water’s surface. When we departed this bay before, the sunrise had lighted whale flukes disappearing into the deep behind us. I had hoped the whales might be here again or still, and here they were! I checked the boat’s trim and my position on the chart before going to stand at the bow and watch what might be revealed. I could say, “revealed to me,” but that misses the point entirely. It would reveal itself, it was up to me to pay attention. As i looked up from the chart there was a BIG splash in the corner of my sight. Had i missed “it”…again? At the bow now, Akimbo taking symphonic care of herself at speed, i twice witnessed whales breaching far out of the water, as if to say, “just try to ignore this, keep paying attention, there is always more than you can see, really see.”

As i write these thoughts down, this is indeed a day to not sail. Gusts are over 30. It’s the kind of day that things break or someone gets hurt. So i went ashore for breakfast, walked the beach and continued chores on the boat. Hopefully tomorrow will favor heading back toward La Paz. The trouble with anchoring next to a windy beach is…sand. Grit accumulating everywhere it can, it feels like i’m anchored in the Sahara instead of the Sea of Cortez.

In isolation i find myself contemplating people dear to me. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” someone said. So here i am, “distant” and growing fonder of friends and family. I’m curious that i would put myself “out here” when i know my heart to hold them/you very dearly.

My thoughts lead me to Sharon Salzburg’s book “Faith.” I quite like her distinction between “belief” and “faith.” The former is something that one holds onto for all you are worth…and in turn, it holds onto you. The latter is something one doesn’t have to hold onto and that feels liberatiing. The former requires clear definition of what it includes and excludes. The latter is about accepting what cannot be clearly defined, and trusting what is felt. A belief is like looking at the sky...thru a straw: what one sees is true, but it's not the whole sky, and each of us has a different straw, believing the view thru our straw is correct and thru others is incorrect... At base, this voyage is an act of faith that i am where i need to be for now, that it leads me where i need to go.

I am in awe of each person to whom i feel so “close.” Maybe being in that awe, is being “in love.” And while i love the feel and intensity of it (is it the person i’m in love with or is it the feeling? – either way), while love may be sustenance itself, in-love is not sustainable. In love can only be a visitor. Okay, duh! But maybe it holds a lesson for me to learn to welcome hard feelings too, and to realize that they too are only visitors. Me too, huh? I am only a visitor here on this earth. I shake my head, which is appropriate. After all, what does one’s head have to do with love? It’s not a thinking thing.

I get word occasionally of what is happening in their lives and there is an ache in me to be there with them. Laughing and crying, and sharing the moments between the events, the precious “filler” disguised as less than the firmament from which our big moments are born. Clever disguise!

How can i love them so and not stay closer to them? Am i lying to myself? Do i not really “love them so?” What could be worth such distance between us? Distance that has to be a strain. How can i apparently abandon people i deeply love?! Yet here i am, far from them and looking back…and carrying them forward within me. There is something that i still don’t grok about it, something that straddles beyond dimensions.

I remember when Tyler was quite small we would play “catch me if you can.” And eventually i would find his arms wrapped around my leg, or his hands gripping my wrist or ankle, at which he would victoriously announce, “gotch ya!” To which i would use my uncle’s reply, “no, i’ve got you.” His expression would become perplexed, i would continue, “See, i’ve got you. My ankle has got you by the hands. You can’t get away.” Of course he would let go, and the game would continue.

So here i am, wrapping my heart around theirs/yours, and then letting go. And hoping beyond hoping that our hearts remain in touch even so. Simply, dearly in touch.

I got up at 6 a.m. to get ready for sailing against what was forecast to be big winds and seas. Starting out at 7, we sailed upwind with full main and jib. About mid-morning, after i had enjoyed a good cup of coffee, the wind started to fill and i recognized that this was it – time to triple reef the main, doublecheck things lashed on deck and stowed below, and “go to work.” It feels rewarding to know the local weather a little better, and to listen to the wind’s cues.

It WAS indeed a long hard upwind sail. I had to put up the lee cloth below just to keep the cushions on their settee. I hunkered down behind the dodger (the railing and canvas that shelters the entrance into the boat – that entrance is called the companionway), sat in the companionway seat with the autopilot remote control in hand, and watched Akimbo perform beautifully. Bumping the autopilot up or down 5 degrees with the wind shifts and sailing at times over 7 knots (SOG = “speed over ground”) upwind! After a bit i started to feel sea-sick, so i used one of the scopolamine transderms, and we thrashed our way north.

So i had a full day of watching our progress and admitting that tho sailing sounds romantic it really isn’t. It can be downright uncomfortable. It’s simply a way to travel that makes us pay attention to the trip instead of the destination. And coming from rough weather can give us real appreciation for smooth sailing. Maybe that makes sailing a philosophic tool you can bodily use. Of course it offers lots of metaphors for life too.

When we sailed thru San Lorenzo channel and under the lee of Espiritu Santo, i had that renewed appreciation for calmer sailing. Also i had time to drop a fishing line in the water, and a few minutes later bring dinner aboard, a cierra. “Thank you fish.”

Anchoring here is unlike anchoring in the northwest where we have many anchorages that are protected from winds from all directions. In the Sea of Cortez, it seems all anchorages are wide open and exposed in some direction. Bahia San Gabriel was perfect protection from the continuing norther last night, and allowed me a good night’s sleep. And i have it all to myself today, which feels like some kind of magic.

So far as i can tell...

Unlike the U.S., in Mexico (or at least in La Paz), when you hear sirens…it’s not an emergency. It means there is a cop car, or several, at the head of a parade. And there are many occasions for parades. I wonder/hope if there are few crimes. So the police get bored and ask for excuses to use their sirens. It seems to me that a significant number of male Mexicans are employed as policemen and soldiers. They’re all over the place. A presence. I imagine that it may not pay much, but it’s pretty secure, has benefits, elevates social status, and feeds the human desire to feel important. After all, it’s macho, you wear a uniform and you get to carry a gun.

Stop signs don’t mean stop. They mean slow down and miss each other. I have yet to see anyone actually try to stop. Take your foot off the accelerator, maybe touch the brake lightly to make sure it still works, but keep the flow going. If you stop at each sign, the traffic behind you will go into fits.

I didn’t realize that Mexicans had adopted polka as their own. Makes me wish i still played the accordion. Did the Germans have some influence here? And when it comes to mariachi…i wonder what the musical notation for “wild cackling laughter” is. On a musical score, there among the notes, is there a smiley face? What?! Then there is flamenco. Almost makes you faint with seriousness. And tango – swoon, not faint. What fun.

But, talk about taste. The cell towers here are cleverly disguised as palm trees. Really. Palm fronds, pole painted…never mind that they are four times taller than the actual coconut palms and the city surrounding them. I really like the effort.

Maybe you can tell i’ve spent the last few days NOT sailing. Took a bus over to the pacific side of baja to a little town named Todos Santos. Very artsy place, and has a good surfing beach. Really liked it. Inns and restaurants. I could spend more time there. I walked a long way but the beach was further. There was a house where i turned around, and in its driveway were cars with Washington plates. “Small world.” That was the first day i’ve left Akimbo to herself at anchor and beyond my view. She did fine, was still here when i got back.

The next two days i ran errands and did chores. Most of the chores are about minimizing the effects of salt and sunshine. I wonder if i’ll run out of energy for them someday. But so far Akimbo is looking good. I’m quite pleased with the kayak cover i fashioned out of the old mainsail cover, even tho the hand stitching is primitive. That took a whole day, during which i listened to Spanish lessons on the stereo. The next day i washed the salt out of the main and genoa sheets, washed the salt off the hull and started waxing the topsides. This day i listened to a lecture by poet David Whyte. Significantly inspiring, i want to send you all a copy.

One chore was getting my sailmail working via ssb radio. Ta-da! I am glad to feel i CAN be reached anywhere. I plan to check it once a day. It’s not regular internet access, i can’t post to the blog, google anything, etc… So i’ll go ashore this morning to post this…come back and stow the dinghy and outboard…and then set sail for my first week single handing here. I’ll post here and let you know how it went when i get back.

Amor y esperanza,

jon

The next "step"...

Here we are, two months after departing Seattle, and at the end of our first week of cruising in Mexico’s Sea of Cortez. Not transitting, but actually cruising. Going somewhere one day, and not going anywhere the next. Looking at the charts and thinking about where next and when. Ahhhh…

This week Jerry and Cheryl joined us - "guinea pigs," the first test case of someone flying in for a little cruising. Over my 15 years as a yacht broker, i knew Jerry as a yacht surveyor and we related to each other on a little more than a business level. The four of us, i think, would all call this week a success. While we have to give Baja's good weather some credit, there are some interpersonal ingredients that made it so too. Jerry is a sailing enthusiast with lots of sea time, and Cheryl a willing, observant adventurer. They are avid hikers and campers, so they don’t go places to be pampered and are flexible with whatever comes up and however “it” goes. They take good care of themselves and can problem solve to do so. They are good communicators and contribute energy to wherever they are, whomever they are with, whatever they do. In the smaller (perhaps thus more intimate thus more intense) home/world of a boat, these characteristics are key…we have to be generous with each other. J&C came to “play,” so how could we go wrong? Additionally, day before yesterday their company softened Tyler’s departure for me. Instead of him leaving and me feeling the contrast more sharply of being alone, they were understanding, supportive even, of my tears. Thank you. They departed today and i feel more ready to transition into time alone.

We had next to no wind the first day as we headed for a bay on Isla Partida, so we motored mostly. We anchored off a middle beach of three and enjoyed snorkeling and diving off the boat in very clear water. I dropped my sunglass clip-ons while we anchored in 15’ of water (much to the interest of several blowfish). I watched where they landed on the bottom, then later dove down and retrieved them. We rowed ashore after that, good to get off the boat and "stretch" our legs, and had a tough row back as the wind built blowing onto the beach.

After witnessing a stunning sunset, we picked up the anchor and moved over to a more southern beach where we hoped to hide from the growing waves. It was an uncomfortable night. Cheryl slept on deck to ward off motion sickness and i slept on deck to keep an anchor watch. The anchor held. The next day we sailed for Isla San Francisco…choosing an anchorage on it’s eastern side to avoid a repeat of the night before.

Jerry and Cheryl took a tour with Sea Cow (the dinghy, remember?) after hiking around ashore. We once again had lost lures and caught no fish during the day, so when J&C got back, Jerry picked up Tyler to go talk to a few fishermen in their panga about

buying a fish and we enjoyed fresh fish that night afterall. It was great fun talking with these men (i wish i had taken their photo). We asked if they had any lobster or clams to buy – lobsters no, but clams they could bring to us in the morning at 8 for 10 pesos (75 cents) each. Tyler asked if they were soccer fans and said he was too…and gave them a kid size Brasil soccer jersey. Big smiles all around, and the next day they wanted to give us the clams for free. After this delivery to our door, i swam ashore and the

others beached the dinghy. We proceeded to enjoy a hike along the southern ridge. So much so that we decided to stay for the day and sail back toward La Paz the next day. Along the hike i tho’t of several of

you, my dear friends who enjoy the wilderness and hiking – i hope the photos give you some idea of our pleasure. That night we enjoyed a clam dinner with a spicy leftover rice dish – almost a paella.

Next day, sailing south, as we approached Isla Partida, we sighted more and more porpoise in the waves. They didn’t appear to be headed anywhere so much as eating fish all around us. Above a frigate bird floated. Then a few whales spouted nearby. We took all their hints, sailed a few passes thru their neighborhoods with a fishing line in the water. If i remember it correctly,Tyler had pulled the line in (to check the lure?) and as he barely started to lower it back into the water…the line took off and he

announced he had a fish on. “Really?” we responded. After all, he had hardly put 6 feet of leader in the water. We pulled the other fishing line in. Ty said the fish was gone. Pulled in the line, checked the lure, started to lower it into the water and bang, the fish bit again. Oh boy! And then the fish was gone again. Repeat previous scenario, only this time we actually watched as a tuna flashed by taking a few shots at the lure, missed, and then hit! This time, as it fought, it managed to get the line wrapped around its tail! (This happened to Cody off Catalina Island too) The fish was helpless (and likely embarrassed) as Tyler reeled it in. Thank you fish. Anchored between Partida and Espiritu Santo, we enjoyed fabulous dark dark tuna meat fish tacos and another quiet night’s sleep.

On the way back to La Paz, to drop Tyler for his flight the next day, we decided to watch for signs of fish and finally put to rest the myth that i cannot catch fish. I had rigged the previous day’s lure, but i hadn’t reeled the fish in, etc…and i might as well get some practice before i really am on my own. We had light winds and

sailed much of the day with the drifter alone, except for various motorings thru various schools, and finally i reeled in a match of the previous day’s fish. Voila. Maybe 8 pounds, dark dark meat...yum!

That day's final display happened as we approached the channel to the harbor: we witnessed a frigate bird from above and a dorado (or tuna) from below chasing a sardine straight toward us! The little guy didn’t have a chance. Jump and the bird had him, dive and the fish had him. It was stunning to watch everyone's agility. Much like the “wild kingdom” clip of a cheetah chasing down a very quick antelope... This got our blood going, and counter to our “take only what we need now” plan, we put a line in the water as we sailed thru another vast eddy of bait fish. We let Jerry have the fun this time as he reeled in a cierra.

At the dock in La Paz. Went out to dinner. Hooked back into shore power and internet. Next morning we walked with Ty to the bus station, got his ticket, went to a café for smoothies until it was near time for his bus, and said our goodbyes. On the way back to the boat, we stopped by the municipal market for J&C to look for gifts to take home to their kids (mostly grown up) and then sailed off for Balandra Bay (where i am while i write this).

That last paragraph is a bit clipped. I have so many emotions swirling in me around Tyler’s departure. At one level i hate to see him go, and at another i feel his need to go, my need to cheer him on…he’s ready…and so am i...still, this is hard. Parents who parent consciously and help their adult children go…know that it will take me (more than Tyler) a long time to process this part of my story. While we all have the same story line in common, the details are of course unique to each of us each time. As a dear friend said when she helped me, “we all travel the same landscape, i will know each feature, every rock you describe because i have paid attention...but i don’t know your path thru it.” Attention is sometimes a high price to pay, but at this point it’s a ‘seascape’ for me and i am grateful for it.

From here? I'll restock some groceries, do laundry, pick up parts to tackle some work the boat needs and head out for a few weeks...on my own this time, paying a little more attention to safety details, clipped in to the "jack lines" when underway. I hope to post here when i get back, so you'll know when that is. Until then, maybe think about when you can come for a sail.

One quote i really enjoyed from Ty this trip (which he attributed to someone else): “Our stories are our medicine.” And something to the effect that their medicinal quality can be lost if their timing is off or forced. Another thing i can learn from him is to listen as well as he does. To really listen. Thank you Ty.

Love and hope and peace,

jon

Happy Thxgvng and the cruising budget.

So...now that we're here...

On the 21st Cody headed for the bus to Cabo to catch his plane back to Seattle (i'm trusting he got there okay since i haven't heard otherwise), and Quinn, Ty and i decided to preview what the cruising around here will be like and headed for a bay only 6 or so miles away.

Cody would have been proud of us: Ty caught a fish! Pretty quickly and easily too. A few days later, after stumbling thru some spanish with one of the dock workers at the marina and describing amarillo (yellow) spots on the fish, i learned that it was a cierra - famed for its ceviche. Yum! Which Ty and Q had some of, and the rest went into fresh fish tacos in Balandra Bay. We took sea cow out and motored around the perimeter of this bay, with its white sand beaches.

Later, Q & T hiked up a peak for the sunset view while i enjoyed some quiet time aboard. The scenery around here? really is epic (as Q says). Really. It's pinch-yourself beautiful.

The next day we sailed a short way north to Ensenada de Gallina on Isla Espiritu Santo. This is a nature preserve. Again some exploration ashore, finding blowfish skeletons in the flotsam (harsh beauty) and at the surf's edge - watching one make his final swim to join them. I decided to dress rehearse doing the fishing...and caught our propellor shaft. Watch out! So only left over fish on the menu that night.

The next day we sailed a few hours back to La Paz for Quinn's departure on the 25th. That night we attempted what may have been the first ever three handed Euchre match (take the 9s out of the deck, go each hand alone, and score two for all five, one to each defender for a euchre)...i won. Ty and i spent most of the day around town, caught some soccer on TV. Today we did one boat project and cooked a dish for the cruiser's thxgvng day potluck. In between there is catching up with the internet...

One subject has crossed my mind that i hope isn't awkward to share: money. My thought is that i could name some amount that food and returning to the dock costs to pick up friends who come to cruise, and then average that into a daily sum to ask you to contribute when you get here. But i don't want to do that. Why not? Because, frankly (obviously) your company and sharing this with you is more important to me than any money. Yet i think (hope) i will want the option to keep cruising as long as i can and optional gifts to my cruising fund would help that happen. Okay? Does this sound okay, or does anyone have another suggestion? (By the way, i don't intend this thought to cross the mind of anyone who crewed for me to get here or who has already made plans without this thought.) Thanks.

"Thanks" giving. Yes? Despite the anniversary that it is for us. ...yes...

Sending you so much thanks and love,

jon

changes to last two posts

In case you're keeping up here, i've added photos and text to the last two posts. luego, jon

Voila! (oops, wrong language) La Paz!

There is a rhythm to being in transit on a boat. Here you’ve stood watches thru the night and maybe a few days. (about 10 days ago we all loved being able to stand our night watches…in bare feet…all fans of warm weather). You’ve been trying to nap when you can. Coming into a new port or anchorage is exciting tho, so maybe you’ve stayed on deck on your off watch. So you arrive. Do a proper job of anchoring, or tying up and checking in…and then you NAP. Capital “N” Nap. After that you catch up with a few chores or maintenance items and then go exploring.

Our cruising friends, Dino and Anastasia, said that we could flag down any of the Cabo San Lucas water taxis for a few bucks per person to get ashore. So we joined them and did so the next afternoon. The crew was right – the first few blocks close to the waterfront were filled with big hotels and tourist traps. But when we got just a little off the beaten path, it felt like Mexico again. We went grocery shopping and followed D&A’s memories to a tortilleria – gotta love fresh tortillas straight from the source!

Back aboard, the rhythm began again. After some weeks, it feels rewarding to feel us work together as a crew, knowing what needs to be secured and checked and done next…almost without a word. We sailed off the anchor as dusk approached. We got a fishing line down and almost immediately got a bite! It was a beautiful dorado that put up a fantastic fight. Too fantastic when he gave a last airborn shake and broke the leader to get away. So, we’ve been losing lures and need to stock back up.

The wind was going our way for a good while. Under main and genoa we followed the curve of the coast going north. Soon switched to the jib and for the first time in a long time found ourselves sailing upwind. The waves seemed out of proportion to the wind, so it was a bit of a slog thru the night. All day we beat our way up the coast and dropped anchor right at dusk at Bahia de los Muretos in company with about 15 other boats. Cool spot with beautiful beach and more clear water. There’s a restaurant ashore, but we continued our high standards of normalcy and ate on board.

With about 50 miles to go to La Paz, early the next morning, the 18th, i got the engine going and the anchor up. It wasn’t long before Ty joined me on deck. As we looked over our shoulders back at this beautiful spot we saw a few whale backs rise and flukes follow to majestically disappear. We motored around a point and hoisted main and genoa and began a tack to remember – it looked like we would have to tack our way up Ceralvo Channel, but as we got close to the western shore the wind consistently “lifted”

our course and we were able to parallel close by the shore for almost 30 miles. Flat seas, steady wind, smooth sailing, sun, trimming the autopilot up or down a few degrees…quintessential sailing!

Once thru San Lorenzo Channel we turned south on the last leg to La Paz. With the wind behind us, we hoisted the drifter, called ahead to find moorage. Turns out the Baja Ha-ha group is still in town, and we tho’t we were some ten days behind them. We were lucky that Marina Palmira had space for us. We pulled in…and went to dinner to celebrate. We did it! 46 days later, 30 days or so underway, no one got hurt…now the cruising fun begins. From here? 30 or so miles a day, next larger town north is Loreto, with plenty of islands and bays between here and there.

The next day we did laundry, took showers, did chores…etc… And started catching up with our lives via the internet. I posted more to the blog, caught up with e-mail, and with the crew’s help – oh boy! – got Skype up and running to make phone calls. So…if you want anyone here to call you, e-mail me on sailmail to say you want a call. I’ll e-mail back to you when we will have shoreside internet access next and able to call you. I know, this is old hat to the rest of you, but i am very impressed and glad for it.

Tomorrow? Cody leaves for Seattle. Darn! He contributes generously and without hesitation to wherever he is and whatever he does. At one point, when he came on deck after his off watch to see that we had made a sail change, he said, "What, you made a sail change without me?!" Thanks to Cody, we've caught fish...and lots more laughter and better moments to remember. The dinghy is now known as the "sea cow" and the cockpit table as the "squid" (the way its legs splay out from its post like tentacles). And then there is my confidence in the team he and Tyler are - that they will take care of sail changes, trimming, log entries, etc...thus i can nap without a worry. Thank you so much Cody. We will miss you.

So today? While we still have Cody here with us, Tyler baked my birthday cake (Lazarus chocolate). I am writing as chef Quinn is preparing dinner. And i am wishing you all were here with me, more than only in my heart. My birthday? Imagine that. Q takes off just before thxgvng, Jerry and Cheryl arrive the day after thxgvng, Ty takes off on the 3rd...i'll cry that day but it's okay. It's time for me to try "riding without training wheels", to explore this beautiful cruising grounds, to dive deeper into this adventure, make new friends, and to look forward to your visits. Sending you love and hope, jon

in Cabo San Lucas, or is it Oz?

Hi again. We’re back. Well not quite.. Actually it’s been so long since i’ve written here that there will be stuff i’ve forgotten by the time i get back to internet access. So i’m writing at dawn, anchored in Bahia Santa Maria while my crew sleeps. When we get to La Paz i’ll post this. But at this point it feels like i need to back up and get some things down before i forget them.

Let’s see…I’m having to look back at photos to remember stuff. Oops! I notice one photo of (drum roll please) a pound cake! Thank you Cynthia (and Cody for packing it here) very much. Seeing the photo gives me a pang. Especially as we whittle down our store of food…that cake deserved all our appreciation. Thank you again.

So that was Santa Cruz (when the cake arrived – with Cody and Lomo, by the way). Rollicking sail from there to beat a storm into Oxnard (whew!) where a sail loft picked up a torn sail for repair. We enjoyed dinner and a night ashore at Susan’s in LA (thank you for schlepping us to and from LA!); dropped off Lomo at the airport; and restocked food.The three of us had a good sail to LA, if calm (lots of porpoise, and went for a swim); nice sail, anchorage and hike at Catalina; a night of motoring thru flat calm and fog to San Diego; good fun there with Jimmie (thanks for being our chauffeur, and for including Tyler in the open mic you host) and the addition of Quinn to our crew; then motored (darn calm!) to Ensenada – breaking “the law” and getting in to anchor after dark. I left you all off after a day of bureaucracy.

(Hey, it just started raining here? Wouldn’t that be ironic? To sail to Mexico…for our first sail in the rain? But the sound of it on deck is welcome, and the feel of it in the air. Guess i must be from the great Pacific Northwet.)

It used to be that cruisers would stop in San Diego to take care of their entry paperwork. The consulate there is an easy walk or bike ride from Harbor Island. But when i got there they told me that that service/chore was taken away from them two years ago, that i should take care of it in Ensenada. Plus the services (entry visas, temporary import permit, fishing licenses…) have all been centralized in one building in Ensenada – as opposed to other ports where each service is in a different building across town. So that’s what we did. On the way down, at about sunset, Quinn spotted our first whale in the distance. “Thar she blows!” Well, no, he didn’t say that. But he might as well have.

In Ensenada, the port captain said that to be cleared in i had to have a receipt from one of the marinas in town – that anchoring out is no longer permitted. This was made less fun when, while walking the waterfront to look for a slip, the wind piped up and my lazy anchoring job from the night before started to drag. Ty and i paddled out to the boat but a local panga got to her first. They had the anchor up and were about to pull her to…a marina (which we were looking for anyway). So we fired up the engine and followed them to one…and paid them for their help. Argh! Another serving of “humble pie.” So much for being tired while anchoring - back to fundamentals! So all this is probably why Ensenada didn’t leave a good taste in my mouth – partly my own embarrassment.

(In Ensenada, at the bureaucracy, we weren’t the only “yatistas” there - of course - checking into the country, struck up conversation with our kin and made some new friends, whom we seem to see in one bay or another. Especially Dina and Anastasia aboard a new Island Packet 48 named Ithaki. Very friendly. Anyway, four or more boats seem to be on the same page we are today…our first chance to “race”/cruise. So we’re getting underway – i’ll hope to resume writing to you later today…

Okay, i’m back. It’s early afternoon. We’re doin’ a very comfy 7 knots, maybe 20 degrees above our course to keep sails full on a broad reach, sailing well, passing up most of our companions. I’ve chilled down the fridge, charged up the batteries, run the watermaker…and made granola, sort of. Spoiled rotten.)

Next stop was about 300 miles south at Bahia de Tortugas. This leg was lots more fun. We went thru lots of sail change…trying to keep the motor off (except for topping off whatever the solar panels can’t keep up with – which i now use the generator for). We left with full main and genoa, but soon switched to the solant jib. At one point it looked as tho three whales were following us! We could see the shape of the back of the one plowing along closest behind – where the spine peaked and the sides sloped away. Powerful! Big! I added 5 degrees to our course to get out of his/her way and it worked, we parted ways. Wow! As dark came on we decided to see what the main looked like triple reefed and liked it. Then it was jib alone. In the morning the wind got light…we looked at the genoa by itself. Then the drifter. Main and spinnaker. Main and genoa. This is what willing crew is good for! If i had been alone there would have been far fewer sail changes. Another highlight was catching our second tuna. Cody didn’t hardly have time to put the lure out – fishing lasted maybe 15 minutes that day – like goin’ to the grocery store.

Once anchored, we inflated the dinghy to go ashore – to find that the valve for the floor leaks now (will have to see if the manufacturer can offer any help, it’s a new dinghy). Left the dinghy at the fuel dock, and walked around town. Mostly i remember the osprey atop the church peak. I found it a dusty, remote place, not much to write home about. The next day the crew went beachcombing ashore while i did stuff (don’t remember what) on the boat. We left at sunset for our next stop 80 miles south.

Reading the guidebook, Abreojos (Open eyes) sounded like a good stop some 90 miles south, especially if there were any “early” whales in the Bay of Saint Ignacio – but we were indeed a month early. The book calls San Ignacio is “ground zero” for whales – birthing, mating, and limited human access. On our approach, we lost our fishing lures as we passed too close to lobster pot buoys. Damn! We liked Abreojos quite a bit. It finally felt like we were really in Mexico. I kayaked in, my crew hitched a ride in soon after on a panga (thanks to pangureo Javier). We all commented that THIS felt much better than Ensenada or Turtle Bay. Probably due to their thriving fishery, along with the seasonal guided whale watches into the nearby bay, for the first time no one panhandled us, everyone waved, we finally thoroughly enjoyed fish tacos from a kitchen overlooking the beach… Now, how to get back to the boat? I packed the crew’s stuff into my kayak and they swam the third of a mile back.

We left late morning to make the 140 miles to Bahia Santa Maria outside of Magdalena Bay. So far, THIS was the best sailing day yet! Puffy tradewind type clouds (like cotton balls), steady winds to 20 knots on our beam, we averaged 6.5 knots, sailed thru the night and dropped anchor early the next morning. It was a sailing day to remember. As we rounded up for the tack into the bay and under the headlands, the dish locker popped open! I think something stacked inside must have touched the finger latch on the aft door. Anyway, we lost most of our dishes, which i expected over time rather than so suddenly and soon. I’d had them since before i married. 30 years. So now i look forward to the memories the Mexican dishes i get will create…and we eat out of bowls.

One of our new friends had described luck buying lobsters from the local fishermen here for a dollar each! So we had hopes. Again we pumped up the dinghy, now dubbed “sea cow” – Cody dissin’ my dinghy – and made our way thru the surf to shore. Here there were only a few small buildings – i’d call the place a camp instead of a village. We wandered down the beach to see two fishermen cleaning their catch - six sharks. It looked like they were getting a lot of good meat…but no langosta (lobster). A hike up the hill gave us a great view of this really remote spot.

This coast is beautiful! There are many layers to its beauty. Rugged, remote, arid, but there’s something more. And surprisingly green. Maybe i’m not used to so much unspoiled terrain – where there’s not much to spoil it for. I can’t find the right description (yet). Anyway. That’s all for now. My watch is about to start – noon to four. Then we’ll have dinner, get into the dark watches…so probably won’t be back with you here until tomorrow. Here’s wishing for a smooth night.

Back again. The wind held thru the night. We were a bit over canvassed with the full main and jib. Saw lots of 8s on the SOG (speed over ground), and occasional 9s. In the morning the pattern of the wind going light continued, and we found ourselves under drifter alone on the last tack into Cabo San Lucas.

This place is a ZOO! It couldn’t be a more insane contrast compared to Bahia Santa Maria. Absolutely wild! Personal watercraft zipping around, ultralight airplane buzzing overhead, hundreds of 20ish foot glass bottom boats full of tourists, sportfishing boats in and out, cruise ship arriving, a boat pulling an inflated “banana boat” full of tourists who can’t waterski in and out of it all, noisy, choppy. We pulled into the marina and inquired after a slip for the night. When they said sure, for $166 US (! wow, just hearing that was an experience), we understood why so many boats were anchored out in front of the beach and joined them. (Which was very neat in its own way – the water here is incredible! Very clear. We can see the anchor and chain on the bottom in 30’ of water. Swimming on the surface with mask on, looking down at the ripples in the sand, the illusion is that it must be only ten feet deep.)

The crew swam in (shirts in a ziploc, tossing it back and forth) while i caught up with e-mail here, thanks to someone’s wi-fi nearby. When they got back they described it as Las Vegas type unreality. Still, we may catch a water taxi in and take advantage of the Costco(?) here to restock some. Or maybe wait until we tie up in La Paz, 140 or so miles away. To depart today or tonight.

Okay, there you are. Caught up, tho stuff is missing here. Details. I.E. at one point we realized the mistake of storing the liquor bottles on their sides, after losing most of a bottle of cointreau and half a bottle of tequila. Darn! Each sunrise and sunset significant. Hoperfully photos can fill-in most of the details. This post seems more of a travelogue than anything else. About the external adventure. Being in transit is, frankly, tiring. I expect the cruising to be more relaxing, feel more optional. Maybe so far we’ve been “out there” more than “being there.”

One thing i want to thank you for again. My friend Sara just wrote it to me –“There are many of us out there that love you, i hope that you feel good knowing that. I am so grateful for my friends, my children and grandchildren, just knowing that i am cared about.” Yes, yes, yes. Wise woman! Thank you. Lucky me.

in Ensenada

Okay. No one would call a day of bureaucracy fun. But that's what today was. Even less fun when the anchor started to drag...ah yes, more humble pie. In any case, i want to post more...(saw our first whale go by at sunset last night - not that he/she "went by")...but am done ("stick a fork in me"). On to Turtle Bay, San Martin, and LaPaz. Maybe then?

Thinkin' of Jack's big birthday party...etc...carrying you all in our hearts.

from San Diego

Remember Elena, from our first crew? She sent us a note about a boat in this year's Baja Ha-ha (a migration of American cruisers headed to Mexico for the winter. Of course this has become a race for some, and a party for all. All 200 this year). This boat...was sunk by a whale (see http://sailing-jworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-all-so-it-was-eventful-day.html). Bizarre. I tell myself that the odds are way lower than 1 out of 200...still, there are odds.

So...after reviewing "abandon ship" roles...we enjoyed a great Halloween day sail to Catalina Island. The winds started light and ahead of us, but filled in for a good reach. Note the crew (Ty sporting a "tattoo") doing their calisthenics - don't worry, not required if you come sail with us.

The highlight of the day was catching a 10-12 pound tuna. This fish was perfect - for a boat that has limited freezer space. We enjoyed three good meals from this catch - a couple of sushi, and one of grilled blackened tuna with coconut rice. What is Cody's title if it combines "medical officer" with "fish slayer?" Hmmm.

At Catalina we anchored in Catalina Harbor near the north end, and on the west side. This was a whole new view of the island as compared with the two times i've been there before via the ferry from the mainland to Avalon. Very arid...a preview of much of Baja? I took advantage of this welcome change from tying up in a marina by sleeping in the cockpit that night. The next day we took a hike to a good vantage point,

harvested a few pricky pears from the cactus and nearing sunset started for San Diego 80 miles away.

This had the good potential of a nearly full moon sail except that the wind didn't show up...at all! The seas looked more like a bath tub than an ocean, so we ended up motoring the whole way. All 15+ hours. Damn! The last half of which was in fog, adding "insult to injury." Oh well.

So here we are, enjoying the company of our good friend Jimmie Lunsford (Tyler played a few songs last night at the open mic Jimmie hosts here Monday nights) and prepping for Mexico. Everything from grocery shopping to calling the bank so they won't be surprised by seeing charges to our cards in MX...and adding Quinn (Cody's cousin from Texas) to our crew.

Once again we'll sort out whatever we forget.

In the meantime...i find myself sorting out a confusion of feelings. Here i am doing exactly what i want...and wondering why i am not happy? I try not to blame anything outside of myself (like deeply missing Christine to share this with), but to find understanding within myself. I'm coming to realize that while this certainly is my "dream," i have lived alot of life and am far different from who i was when i dreamed it. Of course! Over many years i have changed. Yes, i appreciate very much my luck to actually manifest this, to actually let this come out from inside of me, this IS my version of going on. But perhaps what i have to learn (if i can unattach from expectations and attend the actual experience) is what room this may create within me for the next part of my path. How next will i change? It helps me tremendously to talk about this with my parents, dear friends, son and crew...rather than bottling it up inside and wondering what's wrong with me...rather than reading too much into it and letting it take on too large dimensions. I could remain silent about it here, but that wouldn't be genuine for me. I truly am exploring new horizons...outside of myself and maybe even moreso within myself. THAT is my good fortune! Maybe not fun or comfy in some ways/levels/times, but lucky. I learned well with Christine that we are here to evolve, and we cannot do so silently or alone. Thank you each for being a part of this.

At least THAT is where i am with THIS at the moment. Tomorrow? On to Ensenada. My phone will quit working, i will access my gmail and blog when i get shoreside internet access, you can reach me via sailmail for time sensitive contact... I assure myself that we will stay in touch.