Sailing Intermezzo Book - Softcover and eBook Editions Now Available

I'm pleased to announce that more affordable softcover and eBook editions of my book Sailing Intermezzo - The Voyage are now on sale at my publisher's online bookstore.  The "deluxe" hardcover edition with color photos remains available for purchase there also. Scroll to my previous blog post for a description of and inspiration for the book.

Readers of this blog can apply the following coupon codes to receive discounts off the list prices:

• BLOG - receive a 20% discount off the $24.99 list price of the softcover print edition
• FRIENDS to receive a 50% discount off the $95.00 list price of the deluxe edition

The eBook edition is also available at Amazon and other online booksellers.

Please remember that publishing this book is a non-profit enterprise. All royalty proceeds I receive in excess of the cost of producing the book will be donated to charity.

My Sailing Intermezzo Book Release

 Penngrove, CA

I'm pleased to announce the release of the "deluxe edition" of my long-awaited book, Sailing Intermezzo, The Voyage. This book combines my blog posts and writings from my personal journal to weave together the story of my sailing voyage from San Francisco to New York with a story of my struggles with love. Readers of this blog will be familiar with the sailing story. The love story reveals what I went through personally during the voyage while I was blogging about it.

My mom was the inspiration for this book. She asked me if I could print out the blog so she could have a hardcopy. When I got the blog converted to printable form, I decided to divide it into chapters and write prefaces for each chapter. When I started writing the prefaces, I realized I had more of a story to tell. And so printing out the blog turned into writing a book.

Writing this book was harder than I thought it would be, painful at times. Finishing the book felt satisfying. I feel both excited and apprehensive as I release it to the wild.

The deluxe edition is a hardcover book of over 600 pages with color photos. I self-published this book and, as it is printed on demand, is expensive. However, for a limited time, readers of this blog can receive a 30% discount off the list price by applying the coupon code BLOGDLX.  The deluxe edition can only be purchased at my publisher's (BookBaby) webstore at https://store.bookbaby.com/book/sailing-intermezzo.

I am working on a "standard edition", a softcover without the photos and an e-book, both of which which will be much more affordable. I expect these versions to be finished by the end of June and will announce their release as soon as they are available. They will be available from BookBaby and all the major online retailers.

Publishing this book is a non-profit enterprise. All royalty proceeds I receive in excess of the cost of producing the book will be donated to charity.

Back on Land, Sailing Life on Hold, the Sailing Intermezzo Book

Penngrove, California

Intermezzo all clean and shiny, only to gather dust in the Cabrales yard

Intermezzo is all buttoned up for extended dry storage at the Cabrales Boatyard and I'm back at The Ranch in California.  I'm transitioning into "land life" and anticipating a significant break from sailing. I'm still not sure what will fill in the gap, but happy to be taking it day by day for now.

Getting through my long list of lay up tasks took diligence, but wasn't too hard. The weather was kind, cool with a breeze most of the day, only hot for a few hours in the sun some afternoons. I maintained a good attitude throughout, didn't encounter any surprises or setbacks, and ticked of almost every item on the list, leaving just a few non-critical items to take care of next time I'm at the boat. There is nice community of DIY cruisers working on their boats at Cabrales. I enjoyed getting to know a few and the camaraderie of the community in general. My Airbnb was in a convenient location and reasonably comfortable except for a strong odor of mothballs which permeated my clothes and, very unpleasantly, my sandwich bread. My newish rental car was a bit expensive, but made getting around much quicker and easier than the alternative of walking and taxis. I discovered a few good restaurants and an outstanding taco stand near the boatyard, Tacos El Patron. All in all, it was a pleasant and satisfying week of hard work.

I departed Puerto Peñasco on Saturday (May 27th) dropping off the rental car and then lugging my baggage a kilometer to the Las Nenas depot where I got in a shuttle van for a four hour drive to Phoenix. The van stops on the Mexican side, you walk across the border, and get in another van on the US side. The shuttle terminates at a nondescript strip shopping center of Mexican businesses in west Phoenix that hardly looks any different than where it started. I took an Uber to the airport, caught a two hour flight to San Francisco, got on an airport shuttle bus to Petaluma and took another Uber to The Ranch. It was a 12 hour journey, door-to-door.  The Nenas shuttle from Puerto Peñasco to Phoenix cost $60, roundtrip. My two Uber and Sonoma Airport Express trips cost almost $80, one way!

I always feel sad when I leave Intermezzo on the hard. I feel nostalgic for the recent passages and anchorages, the cozy feeling of my compact home afloat. I feel like I'm abandoning the boat to the elements to gather dust, to get stale from not being used. Though I'm looking forward to land life, I also know that I will soon miss life at sea. In the past, I have often felt anxious during the transition. This time, I'm feeling far more comfortable, perhaps because I'm planning to spend more time on land, forgoing a season of sailing, with sense of commitment to this plan.

The first order of business now that I'm back ashore is to get the "deluxe" edition of my Sailing Intermezzo book printed and published. The publisher expects to ship me the first 25 copies this week. This edition is a hardcover with color photos and, because it is a small volume, print-on-demand book, will be expensive. I'm publishing this version for family, friends, my local library and for serious discerning collectors of fine literature, not to mention my own vanity. This edition will only be available for purchase on my publisher's website.

I am also working on the "standard" edition of the book, a softcover with no photos that will be affordable for everyone else who's interested in reading my story. Same high-quality literary content, just no pictures. I will also publish an e-book version of this edition, even more affordable.  Both the softcover and e-book will be available for purchase on all the major online book stores (e.g. Amazon), as well as the publisher's website.

I'll post more about the book and its availability as progress is made. I also have several other topics that I'd like to cover in upcoming posts. So, the Sailing Intermezzo blog continues...

Hauled Out and Laying Up

Puerto Peñasco, Sonora

The Puerto Peñasco shrimp fishing fleet

Intermezzo was hauled out yesterday and I began tackling my lay up To-Do list today. I had some reservations about storing and working on the boat in the Cabrales boatyard, but I'm feeling more comfortable about the place.

We weighed anchor in San Felipe around 5:30pm on Tuesday (May 16th), the sun soon setting behind us. We sailed on a close reach with southeast winds most of the night. Then, around 2am, the wind went crazy, blowing from the northeast at 20 knots, then from the southeast at 8, then from the northeast again at 15. It was not fun adjusting course and sail trim every 15 minutes at that time of night. Eventually the wind settled to blow lightly from the southeast and we motor sailed the rest of the way to Puerto Peñasco, dodging a couple of fishing boats for a couple of hours before sunrise.

Sunrise approach Puerto Peñasco

As we approached the entrance to the Puerto Peñasco harbor, I sent text messages to a couple of the marinas there, asking if they had space for us. I was pleased and relieved when Frederico's Marina replied affirmatively. However, when I arrived, there was another catamaran at the end tie dock. Frederico's told me they would be leaving soon and to temporarily dock at the abandoned marina next door.

The temporary dock was disgusting, completely covered and stinking with pelican guano, scattered with smelly, dead, dried fish. It was truly the most horrible dock I have ever encountered. It stank, my dock lines got covered with the guano and my fondness for pelicans took a steep temporary nosedive. Fortunately, we only had to endure the horror for twenty minutes. Unfortunately, when we were docked at Frederico's, the wind blew the horrible smell from the horrible dock right at us.

 

I spent the rest of Wednesday catching up on sleep after the overnight passage and getting the boat ready to be hauled out the next morning.

My old friends from Phoenix, Wayne and Heidi, arrived yesterday morning to help handle lines for the haul out. I had made friends with Mark, whose boat Chaos was scheduled to be hauled out right after us, and he offered to serve as a third line handler. We waited for the tide to rise and the Travelift to be ready for us and, around 11:30am, proceeded into the haul out slip.

The haul out slip at the Cabrales yard is scary looking, constructed of very rough stone walls, medieval-like. One false move and one could do some serious fiberglass damage. Fortunately, the wind was calm, I handled the boat well, my crew performed flawlessly, and the Cabrales crew did likewise.

The medieval haul out slip at low tide

Approaching the haul out slip at high tide

Wayne The Line Handler

We rode, suspended from the Travelift, across a road to the north storage yard and then were lowered onto blocking and jack stands. When I was satisfied that Intermezzo was properly supported and secure, Wayne, Heidi and I went out to lunch at a nearby restaurant and spent a few hours catching up on the past couple of decades. It was a very enjoyable visit.

Returning to the boat, I took stock of the surroundings. I had been concerned that the storage yard was dirty and that Intermezzo would be sitting on sand. The yard is actually surfaced with compacted gravel, much more to my liking. My spirits are also buoyed by interactions with the Cabreles, father and son, Salvador II and Salvador III, and the helpful, friendly community of cruisers at the yard.

The boatyard was founded in the 1940's by Salvador I, building steel shrimp fishing boats. The market for these boats steadily declined over the years and Salvador III has led the transition to focusing on serving the pleasure boat market. He's friendly, an excellent communicator and very helpful. Salvador II is moving along with the change, a friendly gentleman who keeps watch over what's going on and is an expert Travelift operator. The Cabrales yard encourages DIY work by boat owners and helps by providing equipment, facilities and supporting a WhatsApp chat group where boat owners can help each other out. I have suddenly changed from solitary singlehander to social butterfly in the boatyard.

I went out to dinner with newly made friends yesterday evening and slept last night on Intermezzo, my last night aboard. I rose fairly early this morning, picked up my rental car, bought some engine oil, and then set to work on  preparing the engines for storage, changing the oil and oil filters, changing the primary and secondary fuel filters and flushing the raw water cooling system with fresh water. This evening I checked into my Airbnb, my lodgings for the next week.

Tomorrow mechanical work continues as  I tackle the dinghy outboard, portable generator and anchor windlass.

The Journey and Life At Sea Drawing to An End

San Felipe, Baja California

We're leaving San Felipe this evening for Puerto Peñasco, the last leg of the journey from Puerto Escondido, another overnight passage so as to arrive on a rising tide tomorrow morning. It's pretty much a straight shot across the top of the Sea of Cortez, around 14 hours. The weather is good, the winds when they are blowing, from the South-Southeast.

San Felipe has been a lonely anchorage for me. I haven't been motivated to go into town, choosing to do chores and projects on the boat while at anchor instead. I've been feeling a bit anxious over hauling out in an unfamiliar place, a bit down that my pleasant life at sea is drawing to an end, probably for an extended period.

I was worried about finding a place to dock in Puerto Peñasco before hauling out. I called Sal at the Cabrales Boatyard and asked him about dockage. He told me that the marinas are small, pretty full, don't take reservations, and typically don't answer the phone. Not encouraging. I asked him for advice and he told me there is always somewhere to dock, to just look around for an empty space and take it. Not the way I like to roll, but if that's how it is, that's what I'm doing.

I pushed our haul out date to Thursday to minimize the time spent squatting on a questionable dock. We'll arrive on Wednesday morning, (hopefully) find a place to dock and I'll spend tomorrow preparing the boat to be hauled out.

We haul out on Thursday at high tide. I need a line handler to help me get into the travelifit slip. I was going to enlist one of the boatyard people. However, as luck would have it, my old friend Wayne from my days in Phoenix contacted me and has offered to help.  Wayne follows my blog and happens to be visiting Puerto Peñasco (aka Rocky Point by Arizonans). I haven't seen him for, I'd say, over 20 years. I'm very grateful for his offer to help and am looking forward to catching up on life with him.

I'll stay on the boat Thursday night and then on Friday, pick up a rental car, check into an Airbnb and begin laying up the boat for long term dry storage.  There is a lot of work today, work that I've done many times before in different places, often in sweltering weather. Here's the list:

• Clean/wax interior fiberglass
• Clean/treat vinyl
• Polish wood
• Mildew prevention treatment, cabins
• Bag cushions, bedding, clothes etc.
• Clean fans
• Cull lockers
• DampRid lockers
• Drain dinghy hull
• Secure dinghy on davits
• Clean and cover dinghy
• Service outboard
• Shut off engine/house batteries
• Backup plotter data/settings
• Remove chart chips
• Remove IridiumGo!/Garmin Inreach/PLB
• Change engine oil
• Flush/replace engine coolant
• Wipe down engines
• Change fuel filters (primary/secondary)
• Fill fuel tanks/treat fuel
• Flush engine raw water system
• Change sail drive lubricant
• Clean stove
• Defrost/clean fridge/freezer
• Turn off propane
• Clean BBQ
• Remove food
• Remove trash
• Lubricate hatch seals
• Affix hatch and window covers
• Clean and dry bilges
• Wash and wax cabintop
• Polish stainless steel
• Cover forward windows
• Wash and wax hulls
• Replace engine hatch seals
• Secure portholes and hatches
• Clean, dry, stow kayaks and paddle board
• Remove portable batteries
• Pack clothes/personal items
• Bring log books
• Remove/stow lifebuoy/lifesling
• Cover electric winch switches
• Pickle watermaker, clean strainer
• Flush holding tanks
• Flush heads/relieve joker valves
• Clean shower sump
• Empty water tanks
• Change portable generator oil, run dry, drain carb
• Clean and grease windlass
• Exercise and lubricate bottle screws
• Remove bowsprit/furler
• Remove/store sails

It will take me about a week to get through this list.  Next Saturday, I'll take a shuttle van across the border and to Phoenix, where I'll board a plane to head back to The Ranch.

My longer term plan is to keep Intermezzo in the Cabrales yard during the next sailing season and do a significant refit of the boat. After 10 years and many miles of sailing, there are several major projects that need to get done to keep the boat running well and looking good. Plus many, many small projects that I just haven't got around to doing while sailing. I figure on taking month long "working vacations" to Puerto Peñasco over the next 18 months. I'm not sure what I'll during the rest of my intermezzo from sailing, but I'm sure something will grab my interest. 

Bahía Willard, Overnight Passage, Next to Last Stop

San Felipe, Baja California

Intermezzo anchored in San Felipe harbor

We departed beautiful Puerto Refugio Friday morning (May 12th) and had a pleasant but uneventful 9-hour trip to Bahía Willard. Bahía Willard is a nicely protected anchorage, but I was not impressed upon arrival. The landscape looked arid and bland, the little settlements on the north and south shores looked scrappy. It was quite the letdown.

On Saturday I ventured in the dinghy to the settlement of Papa Fernandez to see if I could get some lunch. The settlement has a restaurant, a boat ramp, campsites and a collection of very modest vacation homes built on rented lots. It also has an interesting history, the following copied from the website http://www.papafernandez.com:

The tiny settlement know as Papa Fernández takes its name from its centenarian founder Gorgonio (Papa) Fernández who first established a fish camp there in the 1950's. Later he moved there with his family (from Loreto in a rowboat), and has provided a welcome stop-over for Baja adventurers traveling the rugged dirt track which leads south along the Sea of Cortez from San Felipe to Calamajue Canyon and beyond. Papa passed away on February 20, 2001 at the age of 104 years. 

Early Spanish explorers recognized that the well-protected bay formed by Isla San Luis Gonzaga and the Punta Willard peninsula was a unique natural resource. The bay was first noted in written history in a report to the King of Spain by Fernando P. Consag, a Jesuit Missionary from Mission San Igancio who, with 6 soldiers and a few Indians in 1746, explored the Baja peninsula coast from the south up to the Colorado River Delta. As large ships were very scarce, this was done with four sail canoes.

The original Spanish-dug well still supplies water to the Papa Fernández settlement. Remains of the Jesuit storehouse that was used by Spanish ships to supply Mission Santa Maria near Cataviña can be found nearby.

I dragged the dinghy up onto a rocky beach and walked a few hundred yards to the Papa Fernandez restaurant. When I got there, it was closed and deserted. I sat down on a picnic bench, hungry and a bit disappointed. One of the boat ramp men asked me if I wanted anything. I replied that I would like to have lunch. He told me to wait a moment and walked to a nearby house. A friendly woman emerged from the house, opened the restaurant and cooked me a very nice meal of an enchilada, a chile relleno and a taco, plus a side of papas fritas. I washed it all down with a cold bottle of water (there was no beer). My impression of the place went up a bit. Would have been more if they had beer.

The tidal ranges in the northern Sea of Cortez are large. The difference between high and low tide in Bahía Willard on Saturday was 11 feet. I left the dinghy on the beach with the stern at the edge of the water during a falling tide. When I returned in an hour after eating lunch, the stern was 10 feet from the water's edge.

The stony beach at the Papa Fernandez settlement

The sail from Bahía Willard to San Felipe is just under 80nm, a 15-hour trip, so I decided I would depart the in the evening and sail through the night so that I would arrive in San Felipe in daylight. I spent the rest of Saturday repairing a big ding in the corner of port swim step.  It was tricky to replicate the original gelcoat profile. I slathered the gelcoat on thick and then spent a considerable time sanding it to conform to contours of the adjacent surfaces. I still need to put a final coat on, but it looks much better than I expected. When I'm finished, you won't notice the repair unless you look for it.

Sunset at the start of the overnight trip to San Felipe

We weighed anchor at 5:30pm and sailed into the sunset. There was no moon, but with no light pollution, the stars dimly lit the coast and sea and Mars shown brightly to the west, reflecting as a beam of light on the surface of the water. Later, I said hello to a crescent moon as it rose in the southeast.

We sailed in light-to-moderate winds most of the way to San Felipe. The sea was deserted except for one fishing boat that passed us several miles away going south. No chatter on the radio. No vessels showing up on the AIS. Nothing on the radar.

There were lots of birds, though. Gulls, pelicans and boobies either sitting in the water or flying low in the darkness. Some would circle around the boat, looking curious. One booby flew alongside me for a couple of minutes, only a few feet away, looking at me, right at eye level. S/he looked friendly and I appreciated the company.

We entered the breakwater-protected harbor of San Felipe at 10am while the wind was howling at 22 knots. I was concerned about finding the right place to anchor to accommodate the 15-foot tidal range and had to move skillfully and quickly to set the anchor where I wanted it in such conditions. We anchored at roughly high tide and I've watched the water recede, exposing sand bars and sunken boats, the rock breakwaters and pilings seeming to grow in height through the day.

I walked over the Port Captain's office, assuming it would be closed on Sunday. When I got there, there were two men working on a car. I asked them if I needed to officially check in and they didn't seem to know. They called the Port Captain who walked over from his house next door and, with quite a bit of fumbling around, instructed one of the guys on the check-in procedure. I don't think boats check in here very often. I'm one of only a few foreign vessels in the harbor and the only boat anchored out.

This is the next to last stop on my trip to Puerto Peñasco. Tomorrow I'll try to work out the logistics to prepare for hauling out. I originally intended to head to Puerto Peñasco on Tuesday and spend a week or so getting the boat ready,  but there seems to be very little dock space there. If I can't find a suitable berth, I'll have to stay here to do the prep work and then sail to Puerto Peñasco the day before my scheduled haul out. Either way, I'm going to try and move the haul out date forward and expedite the whole process.

 

 

The Northern Sea of Cortez

Puerto Refugio, Baja California

Google Earth image of Puerto Refugio and the north end of  Isla Angel de la Guarda

In yesterday's post, I forgot to mention that Port Refugio is a new place in the Sea of Cortez for me, I've never been here before and this is the furthest north I've sailed. We are now most definitely in the northern Sea of Cortez, by several measures.

There are two states on the Baja California peninsula, Baja California and Baja California Sur (South). The border between them is roughly halfway along the peninsula right along the line of latitude 28.0 degrees N. The state of Baja California runs north to the US border, Baja California Sur runs south to Los Cabos at the tip of the peninsula. We crossed state border during the passage from Santa Rosalía to Bahía San Francisquito.

The US National Weather Service divides the Sea of Cortez (Gulf of California) into three zones, northern, central, and southern. The dividing line between the central and southern zones is also at about latitude 28N on the Baja side of the sea. The weather here is more closely affected by what's happening in the Great Basin of the US than the south. The winds are stronger in the winter, though I'm not seeing a big difference between north and south this time of year.

Puerto Refugio is at latitude 29.3 degrees N, almost 80nm north of this dividing line.  It was the northern limit of John Steinbeck's voyage in 1941 on the Western Flyer which he chronicled in his book Log from the Sea of Cortez.

Voyage of the Western Flyer from Steinbeck's Log from the Sea of Cortez

As the Western Flyer sailed north from Loreto, Steinbeck writes about the difference in the fauna of the southern and northern sea and the interesting puzzle it presented at the time to biologists:

Little fragments of seemingly unrelated information will sometimes accumulate in a process of speculation until a tenable hypothesis emerges. We had come on a riddle in our reading about the Gulf and now we were able to see this riddle in terms of the animals. There is an observable geographic differential in the fauna of the Gulf of California. The Cape San Lucas-La Paz area is strongly Panamic. Many warm-water mollusks and crustaceans are not known to occur in numbers north of La Paz, and some not even north of Cape San Lucas. But the region north of Santa Rosalia, and even of Puerto Escondido, is known to be inhabited by many colder-water animals, including Pachygrapsus crassipes, the commonest California shore crab, which ranges north as far as Oregon. These animals are apparently trapped in a blind alley with no members of their kind to the south of them.

The problem is: “How did they get there?” In 1895 Cooper advanced an explanation. He remarks, referring to the northern part of the Gulf: “It appears that the species found there are more largely of the temperate fauna, many of them being identical with those of the same latitude on the west [outer] coast of the Peninsula. This seems to indicate that the dividing ridge, now three thousand feet or more in altitude, was crossed by one or more channels within geologically recent times.”

Having reviewed the literature, we can confirm the significance of the Cedros Island complex as a present critical horizon (as Carpenter did eighty years ago) where the north and south fauna to some extent intermingle. Apparently this is the very condition that obtained at Magdalena Bay or southward when the lower Quaternary beds were being laid down. The present Magdalena Plain, extending to La Paz on the Gulf side, was at that time submerged. Then it was cold enough to permit a commingling of cold-water and warm-water species at that point. The hypothesis is tenable that when the isotherms retreated northward, the cold-water forms were no longer able to inhabit southern Lower California shores, which included the then Gulf entrance. In these increasingly warm waters they would have perished or would have been pushed northward, both along the outside coast, where they could retreat indefinitely, and into the Gulf. In the latter case the migrating waves of competing animals from the south, which were invading the Gulf and spilling upward, would have pocketed the northern species in the upper reaches, where they have remained to this day. These animals, hemmed in by tropical waters and fortunate competitors, have maintained themselves for thousands of years, though in the struggle they have been modified toward pauperization.

So, the Baja peninsula was once crossed by channels, roughly at the same latitude as the state border and this allowed the Pacific and Sea of Cortez fauna to mix. When the channels disappeared, a segregation of species occured. My own observations leave me with no doubt that the ecologies of the northern and southern Sea of Cortez are quite different. The water is colder here, there shores more rocky, the topography, above and below the water, more severe. It is less tropical here, more temperate. I'm sure a marine biologist would observe big differences in the marine life underwater.

From a human perspective, the northern sea is more remote, less people, less boats. There is less of a vacation feel to the place. All the other sailors I've spoken to (and there haven't been many) are also heading to Puerto Peñasco with purpose, to haul out for hurricane season. Apart from the occasional small recreational fishing boat from nearby Bahía Los Angeles, the only other boats have been a few small rough steel commercial fishing boats. 

From this point on, I will be traveling waters and stopping in anchorages new to me (and uncharted by the Western Flyer). Tomorrow morning, we leave for Bahía Willard.

A Beautiful Place

Puerto Refugio, Sea of Cortez

Middle Bight, Puerto Refugio at sunset

After spending several days anchored in the calm waters of Puerto Don Juan, we set off for Puerto Refugio yesterday morning and arrived in the afternoon.  This is one of the most beautiful places I've ever visited.

Last time we were in Puerto Don Juan in 2017, I discovered a mother lode of clams in the shallow waters off the main sandy beach. I was looking forward to another delicious clam dinner so at low tide on Sunday morning, I anchored the dinghy in the shallows, hopped out and started digging with my feet. There were even more clams this time! I had two dozen in my bucket in less than 15 minutes. With the clamming done, I took a nice long hike through the desert in beautiful cool weather. I ate the clams for dinner. Yum.

Puerto Don Juan at low tide, clam bed extraordinaire 

In my last post, I wrote about how Puerto Don Juan was teeming with sea lions feeding on sardines. Well, I guess sardine hunting must require a full or nearly-full moon because it seems most of the sea lions departed on Monday, three days after the full moon on Friday. Many of the pelicans left with them. It was like the Thanksgiving holiday had come to an end and all the visitors left with full bellies, leaving the house feeling quiet and empty.

The sail here was easy, mostly motoring in light headwinds, an hour or so of sailing on just the jib with a nice breeze. Puerto Refugio is located at the northern tip of the large, long island of Angel de la Guarda. We sailed between the island and the Baja peninsula through the Canal de Ballenas (Whale Channel) but didn't see any whales.

Angel de la Guarda is a beautiful island. The closer we drew to it, the more beautiful it became. The rugged terrain stands out in three dimensional relief, the light blue sky its backdrop, the dark blue sea like an apron,  the land striated by geology of many colors - ochre, slate grey, brown, tan,  smokey purple, burnt maroon, olive green - muted, like pastels, but majestic and captivating.  My writing does not do it justice. Photographs help, but still fall short.

Isla Angel de la Guarda

Puerto Refugio is formed by two points at the northernmost end of la Guarda, between which are three bights separated by rock reefs. The anchorages in the bights are well-protected from south, east and west winds and waves. A small island, Isla Mejia and two islets provide some shelter from northerly winds and swells. It is a jewel box of an anchorage, mountains rising steeply from the shoreline, vegetated with dark green cacti, a yellow vine-like grass, and light green desert shrubs. It is very beautiful.

We anchored in the middle bight along the north shore of la Guarda yesterday which provided great protection against the strong westerly winds that blew hard last night and early this morning. However, later the wind shifted to the north sending swell into the anchorage. The island deflected the wind so that we were sitting broadside to the swell, rolling quite a bit. So I moved the boat into the little bay between Isla Mejia and la Guarda, a very pretty spot and much more comfortable.

This afternoon I explored the bay on the paddle board. As I ventured down a little finger of the bay, the gulls on the shore started yelling at me.  Then several took to flight and started swooping down upon me in a very hostile and aggressive manner. I'm getting pretty good at not falling off the paddle board, but these gulls were getting me worried. It was then that I noticed fuzzy grey gull chicks among the gulls on the shore. I was an unwelcome intruder into their nursery and was being told to leave in no uncertain terms. So I left, ducking the gulls and brandishing my paddle at them while struggling to keep my balance. It would have been a funny video.

The northerly winds should be finished tomorrow. Southerly winds are suggested for Friday which is when I plan on leaving for Bahía Willard, Stop #9 on the trip to Puerto Peñasco.

Exploring by paddle board, before the gulls

Puerto Refugio landscape

Intermezzo anchored in the West Bay of Puerto Refugio, Isla Angel de la Guarda beyond

Sea Lions, Thieving Gulls, Electronics Fail

Puerto Don Juan, Baja California

Sunset through "The Window" at Puerto Don Juan

We are sitting at anchor in the very protected harbor of Puerto Don Juan, Stop #7 on the way to Puerto Peñasco. It has been a rest day after sailing all day yesterday to get here. The weather is beautiful, sunny, clear, cool and was breezy most of the day. The waters in the anchorage are calm, but cold. I dipped the thermometer in and it registered only 68℉ (20ºC). So any swims will be short-lived or with a wetsuit.

This place is teeming with sea lions hunting for fish solo or in packs. The larger, older ones seem to hunt rather languidly by themselves, the smaller, younger ones hunt in groups, swimming fast, arcing out of the water as they pursue whatever it is there are after. The larger ones are noisy, grunting as they hunt and barking at each other over fishing territory.

The sea lions often gather in a raft-up of a dozen or more to rest and warm up, floating on their backs with their fins in the air. The sun warms the blood in the thin tissue of the fins which in turn warms the rest of the sea lion's body. They jostle for an inside position among the group, where the water is warmed by collective body heat.

There are also lots of pelicans fishing. Harassing both the sea lions and the pelicans are nasty thieving seagulls. As soon as a fish is caught by either, a dozen seagulls gang up on the catcher and try to steal the fish or snatch a morsel from beak or mouth. It is like watching a mob attack, very ugly. The pelicans deal with the attacks stoically; they don't have any other choice. The sea lions seem to get annoyed and quickly dive under the surface to get away from the mob.

The whole place is in a state of constant activity, except for the lazy humans sitting on their boats just watching.

It was a mostly enjoyable sail here yesterday, except for some mild-to-moderate bashing for a couple of hours against wind and chop, and a worrying hiccup with the autopilot and instruments.

As we crashed down off a small but very steep wave, the autopilot's alarm went off, the display informed me, that there was "No Heading Data", and the autopilot disengaged. I tried to re-engage the autopilot but was not successful, further informed by the display, "Startup Required". I'd never seen that message before and didn't know what I needed to do, but turning the autopilot off and back on seemed like a good move. I tried that, but no luck.

All the instruments and the autopilot are interconnected on a network, so I figured my next step was to turn everything off, wait ten seconds, and turn everything back on. The universal magic recipe for fixing electronic devices. Before I did this, I gave some thought as to what I would do if everything stopped working as a result. It was daylight, good weather, a straightforward route, an easy anchorage to enter and I was running redundant navigation on my iPad, so I decided I could take the risk.

I shut off everything, counted to ten, and flipped the power back on. I was surprised and mildly alarmed to be informed that we had no GPS (for fixing our position) and no AIS (for collision avoidance). But the autopilot was working, as was the wind instrument. However, to my dismay, the depth sounder was just showing dashes. Bummer.

The GPS and AIS sorted themselves out in about ten minutes, which was a relief. The depth sounder, however, remained uninformative. Until then, I hadn't really appreciated what an essential piece of equipment the depth sounder is. We rely on it to avoid running aground, for navigating in shallow waters and for anchoring.

I had some hope that the depth sounder wasn't displaying any numbers because I turned it back on when we were in water over a thousand feet deep and the depth sensor only works to a few hundred feet. But whenever we have been in very deep water, the depth sounder flashes the numbers of the last recorded depth, it doesn't just display dashes. So, I was worried and needed a backup plan for anchoring and perhaps the rest of the trip. My backup was to tie a couple of diving weights to a long line that I knotted every fathom. A lead sounding line, just like in the old days. I chuckled at the idea of lowering the line, feeling two knots pass through my hand and calling out "Mark Twain", the twelve-foot depth that Samuel Clemens used as his pen name.

Fortunately when we got into water in the hundreds of feet deep, the depth sounder flashed numbers instead of dashes. Nonsense numbers, but just like it always has in deep water. When we got into less deep water, the depth on the sounder matched the soundings on the chart. All was good again.

I don't know what caused the hiccup in the electronics. Maybe the fluxgate compass didn't like getting jostled by the wave, but that has never happened before. I checked all the network cable connection, they all seemed okay, but maybe one shook loose. The autopilot is the data hub, so I'll open up its case and check the connection inside later. And if I can find the fluxgate compass (its location alludes me at present), I'll examine it as well. 

What this experience has taught me is that the depth sounder is an essential instrument and that the autopilot is nearly essential for singlehanded sailing. I plan on installing a redundant depth sounder as part of Intermezzo's refit. Another Leopard owner has rigged up a system to use a tiller pilot as a backup. This simple, relatively inexpensive system would not only steer the boat if the main autopilot failed, it would also serve as emergency steering if the main steering system failed. Two more projects for the (long, long) refit list.

I'm planning on staying here for a day or two before heading to Puerto Refugio. Northwest winds are suggested for Wednesday. If they materialize, I'm going to sit them out somewhere.

Crazy Wind, Speed, Dark, Cold and Tired

Bahía San Francisquito, Baja California

The beach and shoreline at the Bahía San Francisquito anchorage

I dropped anchor here in Bahía San Francisquito at 12:30am last night after sailing for 15hrs from Santa Rosalía. I'm taking it easy today, resting and doing light chores. I'll make a brief trip to shore to take a walk to get a little excercise this afternoon. Last time I was here in May 2017, I did yoga on the beach while bees buzzed on and around me, keeping balance by focusing on a red rock in the water that turned out to be a decapitated, disemboweled duck. I'll give yoga a miss this time.

The wind was crazy yesterday. Or, maybe it was just being the wind but driving me crazy.

Here's a compass rose for the abbreviations of wind directions used in my descriptions of the craziness:

As we headed out of the marina yesterday around 10am, the wind was from the NE, too close to the nose for us to sail, but I was looking forward to when I would turned west to round Cabo Virgenes when wind angle would open up. I hoisted the sails as I approached the cape. Right after I made the turn, the wind shifted to the NNW, right on the nose! Only 16 minutes of sailing before I had to turn on an engine again. Aaaaargh!

We motored into light and variable winds until 4pm, when the wind shifted to the ESE. Too light to sail on, but at least no longer on the nose. The wind gained strength and just after 5pm, I turned off the motor and we were sailing. Yay!

At 8pm the wind shifted suddenly from the ESE to the SE, causing an accidental but not violent gybe from the starboard to port tack. Around 8pm, the wind shifted to the SSW and strengthened. We were sailing at our sweet-spot, a true wind angle (TWA) of 110 degrees and the boat speed resulting in apparent wind angle (AWA) of 65-70 degrees. Intermezzo sped along, hitting a top speed of 9.4 knots (albeit with a fair current helping us along). We rarely go this fast. Glorious speed!

At 9:45pm the wind died, so we were back to motoring. Booo! But not for long, at 9:55pm, the wind shifted to the NE and we were sailing close-hauled, as close the wind as Intermezzo can sail. Yay! But only briefly, at 10:01pm the wind was on the nose again and the motor was back on. Ugh!

The wind increased in strength, getting close to 20 knots, so I decided to lower the mainsail. It was dark and the seas were bouncy, but the moonlight helped me get it done efficiently and without falling off the boat. Done sailing for the day. I was tired and was wearing a jacket, long pants, sea boots and a fleece hat as it was quite chilly out.

The remainder of the trip was a 2hr slog against the wind that blew between 10 and 15 knots against us. Around midnight I turned into the entrance to Bahía San Francisquito and made my way in gingerly using the chart, radar and binoculars to avoid the rocky shoreline and find a good place to drop anchor. The nearly-full moon was a huge help. Thank you again, Moon.

I saw one boat anchored with its anchor light on. I saw a dark blob that I couldn't tell if it was another boat or a boulder on the beach; it turned out to be a catamaran anchored without any lights on. I split the distance between the two boats and dropped anchor, cold and tired.

I tidied up the boat, poured myself two whiskeys, and went to bed.

 

Passage Planning

Santa Rosalía, Baja California Sur

Planned route from Santa Rosalía to Bahía San Francisquito

Tomorrow morning we set sail from Santa Rosalía to Bahía San Francisquito, the longest leg of the trip to Puerto Peñasco at 76nm. It's an annoying distance because it will take around 15 hours to get there at our average cruising speed of 5 knots. That means that we cannot leave in daylight and arrive in daylight. Some night sailing is required.

I usually try to avoid arriving in an anchorage after sunset. To arrive in San Francisquito before 7pm, I would need to leave the marina here no later than 4am. I'm squeezed in tight next to another boat, so I need some help to get out of the slip. I can't count on that until around 8am. Alternatively, to arrive in San Frncisquito after sunrise at 6am, I could leave the marina around 3pm and sail through the night.

What I've decided to do is leave here around 8am and anchor in San Francisquito in the dark around 11pm.  The anchorage is large with no navigational hazards, easy to get into. The only possible problem is that strong westerly winds are suggested by some of the wind models. If the winds are blowing too hard for my liking, I will just heave-to and wait for them to subside or for the sun to come up. This worked well for us outside Morro Bay waiting for sunrise before entering the harbor back in 2015.

Most of the weather models are suggesting westerly winds around 10 knots during the day shifting to easterly winds in the evening around 5 knots and then back to westerly between 5 and 10 knots at night. Two of the higher resolution models are suggesting higher winds around 15 knots with 20 knot gusts right around the time we would be anchoring.

We shall see.

PS: Just noticed at 9:30pm that the moon is nearly full, high in the sky. That will be helpful tomorrow night for anchoring. The moon is my friend.

Long Day Yesterday, Marina Today

Santa Rosalia, Baja California Sur

Yesterday we sailed for 12 hours and 64nm, dropping anchor after 7pm in Punta Chivato. It was a long, tiring day. The anchorage was not very comfortable last night and some strong winds are suggested tonight, so we headed straight to the marina in Santa Rosalía. We're squeezed into a slip with a monohull, only a couple of feet between boats.

We weighed anchor in Caleta San Juanico yesterday at 7:20am and motored in calm conditions until 11:30am when the wind got up and then enjoyed five hours of sailing all the way to the anchorage on the south side of Punta Chivato.

When we arrived, the wind was blowing from the northeast and the swell was from the southeast, resulting in steep waves and very unpleasant conditions. The two boats anchored there were rolling 20 degrees or more each way. I didn't relish cooking dinner and sleeping in such conditions, so decided to try the anchorage on the north side of the punta. Though exposed to the wind, the point would provide some relief from the swell.

It was cloudy, breezy, chilly and the day was dimming as we motored around the point. I felt dreary and alone as I arrived in the anchorage, the name of which, Ensenada El Muerte (Death Cove), doing nothing to cheer me up. A colorful pastel sunset helped, though, and I was pleased with my decision to anchor here as conditions were much better than on the other side of the point. The boat rocked slightly as I cleaned up, cooked and ate dinner, and took a hot shower. I ended a long day with a generous pour of Scotch and some chocolate.

During the night, the direction of the swell shifted north and so, by early morning, the boat was rocking and rolling uncomfortably. I didn't waste any time drinking my morning coffee and getting the boat ready to go, weighing anchor at 8am and heading for Santa Rosalía.  We had a nice brief sail on a beam reach as we passed by Isla San Marcos, but then the wind backed and became fickle, so we motor sailed on a close reach the rest of the way.

We arrived in the marina just after noon and I backed gingerly into the slip with some help from the marina staff tending lines. It's nice to be in an affordable marina again. Supply, demand and inflation has made dockage in Mexico quite expensive, around $100/night for Intermezzo, more than most marinas we've stayed at in the US. The government-owned marina here is only $29/night. I like that price better.

I'm going to stay here at least through tomorrow to do some re-provisioning, try getting a haircut, and do some boat chores. When I leave will depend on the weather suggestions. The next passage to Bahía San Francisquito is a long one, 73nm and I would prefer favorable conditions. Definitely no bashing.

We are at Stop #4 on our trip to Puerto Peñasco, about a quarter of the way there. So far, so good.

Sunset in Ensenada El Muerte (Death Cove) at the end of a long day

Tight squeeze in Marina Santa Rosalía

 

Hiking, Sardines, Underwater Maintenance

Caleta San Juanico, Baja California Sur

Intermezzo anchored in Caleta San Juanico, in solitude

We arrived in Caleta San Jaunico yesterday at 12:24pm after an easy motor from Isla Coronados. I wish I had waited until later in the morning to leave Coronados as a nice southerly wind sprung up just as I arrived in San Juanico and blew most of the afternoon. I could have sailed instead of motored. Lesson learned. 

We anchored in the southern end of the caleta, more than a mile away from the four other boats anchored towards the northern end. When I arrived, I wanted solitude. Later in the afternoon, I felt lonely and wished I had company. I seem to vacillate between these opposing feelings that arise when I'm alone, most of the time balanced in the middle. It doesn't take much to shift me in one direction or the other.

I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning inside the cabin and taking care of "paperwork". The Starlink internet connection is great for allowing me to take care of business while in a remote anchorage with no cell service.

This morning I landed the paddle board on a nearby sandy beach to go hiking. My paddle board skills have improved to the extent that I felt comfortable wearing my daypack while paddling. Conditions were calm, but if I lost my balance, my hiking shoes, towel and lunch would have suffered a dunking. When I was learning to paddle board, I would regularly fall off for seemingly no reason, just lose my balance. I fell off that board in every possible direction, front, back, right, left. Somehow my inner ear and body learned to work together while standing up on the tippy board, though. I and the contents of my pack made it to the beach as dry as a bone.

I hiked about a mile north along a shoreline ridge to another beach close to where the other boats were anchored. I ate a sandwich, drank some water and headed back. It was short but strenuous hike through rocky desert under a hot sun.

On the way back, I looked more closely at a dark patch in the water that I had noticed earlier from the top of the ridge. I had originally thought it was a patch of rocks in shallow water. But upon closer observation, the dark patch was moving. It was a huge school of sardines, I'd estimate over 450 feet long and 150 feet wide. The shape of the patch undulated like a cloud, similar to a murmuration of starlings, but moving more slowly and in two dimensions rather than three. Pelicans were floating above the huge cloud of sardines, occasionally taking flight and diving to eat some. An all-you-can-eat sardine bar for them to enjoy and gorge upon.

When I returned to Intermezzo, I dove in the water to cool off. I put a snorkel and mask on so that I could see if any underwater maintenance was needed. The anodes on the propellers needed replacing and a thin layer of weed was growing on the bottom. I spent the afternoon changing anodes and cleaning the bottom. I started out just wearing my swimsuit, but got chilled quickly in the 70°F water, so I changed into a shorty wetsuit. Much better for warmth in the water, but annoyingly buoyant when trying to work underwater. 

When the underwater maintenance was finished, I warmed up with a shot of Patron añejo tequila and a (very) hot solar-heated shower off the stern of the boat, then enjoyed a cold beer while basking in the sun. A nice way to end a very active day.

Tomorrow we set sail for Punta Chivato, about 55nm north of here, the longest passage since the crossing of the Sea from Mazatlan. I'm going to leave at sunrise and expect to arrive before sunset. Southerly winds are suggested by the models, so I'm hoping that we get to sail at least some of the way.

Paddle board landing zone

Caleta San Juanico, looking north from the ridge trail

Hiking the ridge trail in the desert sun

The huge cloud of sardines, pelicans sitting atop

Nice, Easy Day

Isla Coronados, Sea of Cortez

We (Intermezzo and I) dropped anchor here at Isla Coronados just past 3pm after a nice, easy 18nm motor from Puerto Escondido. It's a beautiful spot, my first time here. I had just enough time to do a little exploring on land until it was time for dinner.

We got a late start because the metering and payment system at the Marina Puerto Escondido fuel dock wasn't working when we arrived around 9:30am. I asked how long it would take to get it fixed and the response was "20 minutes". The answer seems to always be the same in Mexico when something is broken. Rarely is it fixed in anything remotely close to 20 minutes. Sometimes it will take all day to get something working. I wanted to top off the diesel tanks, but had plenty enough fuel to make it to the next fuel dock at Santa Rosalia, so I could have forgone fueling. However, my rule in Mexico is "if you can buy fuel, buy it." So I decided that I would wait until 11am and, if the system wasn't working by then, I'd leave. Sure enough, right at 11, the fuel dock was back in service. I departed Puerto Escondido 2 1/2 hours later than planned, but with full tanks.

As we left the harbor, we were "waved at" by several mobula rays ("Devil Fish") doing somersaults out of the water. Later we passed within a few feet of the largest mobula I've ever seen, swimming just below the water surface, I'd say over four feet, wingtip to wingtip. I'm very fond of these beautiful creatures and love their hydro-acrobatics.

The weather today was sunny, clear, with light variable winds and calm seas. The air temperature on the boat was 79°F (26°C), but it felt cooler. It was just comfortable wearing shorts and a T-shirt, any cooler and I would have been a bit chilly. It was cold in the northern Sea of Cortez when we sailed there in late April 2017. I hope it doesn't get that cold on this trip, but I would prefer cool weather to sweltering any day.

Isla Coronados is a volcanic cone island. There are a few white sand beaches, but most of the shoreline is composed of red-brown and black volcanic rocks and cliffs, interspersed with desert vegetation. We're anchored in about 20 feet of deep blue water, the color of which changes to green and then turquoise as it shallows rapidly towards shore.

I took the paddle board to the beach (so much easier to launch and land than the dinghy) with my hiking shoes and socks in a dry bag. I jogged along the sandy trail leading to the foot of the volcanic cone and then scrambled up the well-marked rocky trail for about a half an hour, getting about one-third up the cone before turning around. It was good workout and the views from the slope were beautiful.

When I got back to the boat, I jumped in the water for a swim among a giant school of fat sardines, as the pelicans dove all around me eating their dinner.

It was a good day.

Tomorrow is another relatively short sail to Caleta San Juanico. 

View of the Isla Coronados anchorage from the volcano's slope

The trail up the volcano

Isla Coronados from the sea

Heading to Puerto Peñasco

Puerto Escondido, Baja California Sur

Planned route (schematic) from Puerto Escondido to Puerto Peñasco

We're leaving Puerto Escondido tomorrow morning to begin our journey to Puerto Peñasco where Intermezzo will be hauled out for an extended refit. It will be a singlehanded trip of about 455nm over the next 20 days or so.

I planned the route to avoid overnight passages and give myself time to enjoy stops along the way and/or wait out weather. I don't want to do any more bashing if I can avoid it. The map shows my schematic route with 10 stops between the start at Puerto Escondido and finish at Puerto Peñasco. We've stopped at some of these places in the past, but the stops north of Bahía Los Angeles are all new to me. The stops are:

1. Isla Coronados (first time)
2. Caleta San Juanico (2017)
3. Punta Chivato (2017)
4. Santa Rosalia (2015, 2017)
5. Bahía San Francisquito
6. Isla Partida (first time)
7. Puerto Don Juan (2017)
8. Puerto Refugio (first time)
9. Bahía San Luis Gonzaga or Bahía Willard (first time)
10. San Felipe (first time)

I'm looking forward to this trip and sailing solo. I still struggle with loneliness at times, but I've grown to enjoy solitude and sailing on my own tests and hones my skills. It seems like pretty easy going this time of year, now that the strong north winter winds are over. The tidal range in the northern Sea of Cortez can be as great as 20 feet, though. I'm curious to observe the tides' effect on currents and sea state. I'll be very careful with where I anchor and how much anchor rode I let out, too.

Intermezzo is in good shape, all cleaned up and organized after the last cruise. We're a bit light on provisions as the taxi fare to and from Loreto to get to a grocery story is over $60 USD, so I bought what I could find in the little store at the marina. I plan on more extensive re-provisioning when I get to Santa Rosalia, which has a supermarket, not great quality, but good enough.

I'll get up early tomorrow, get the boat ready and then head to the fuel dock to top off the diesel tanks. I hope to be underway by 9am, which would make our ETA at Isla Coronados around 1pm, giving me the afternoon to explore the island and do some hiking.

Intermezzo's 2023 Cruise To-Date

Puerto Escondido, Baja California Sur

This post brings the blog up to date on Intermezzo’s 2023 cruise since launching in Puerto Escondido on January 10th.

I had originally planned to launch Intermezzo in November, but there was a mix up and I ended up with no slip for the boat in the marina. I didn’t want to leave Intermezzo on a mooring at the tail end of hurricane season or while I was away for the holidays when strong northerlies often blow in the Sea of Cortez.  So I postponed the launch date to after the New Year.

Ben, a member of my men’s group, joined on as crew, arriving right after I launched Intermezzo. It was his first time sailing and he came aboard enthusiastic and motivated to learn. We spent a few days getting the boat ready and provisioning and then set sail on for La Paz on January 13th.

Our journey began with a brief snafu, our anchor failing one of the floating breakwater’s mooring cables as we left the dock. We had been “med moored”, with the stern of the boat tied to the dock and the bow held out by our anchor. There aren’t many mooring cables, but we found one. The marina sent out a diver and we were soon untangled and on our way.

We had a very pleasant passage with good weather to La Paz, stopping at anchorages in Agua Verde, Los Gatos, Isla San Francisco and Isla Partida along the way. We arrived in La Paz on January 19th and Ben departed the next day to get back to graduate school. Ben did a great job as crew, I think he learned a lot about and enjoyed the sailing life. We got along well, though he nearly ate me out of house and home. He’s an ultra-marathoner and has the metabolism to pack away twice the calories as me.

I spent the rest of January at anchor in La Paz, doing boat chores, getting some consulting work done, eating at my favorite La Paz restaurants, a dinner with my friend Johan. It was sunny but windy and chilly most days.

My new Starlink internet service is a game-changer for living at anchor, off the grid. I ordered the system and had it delivered to the marina in Puerto Escondido and got it up and running easily before we left. The system consists of a satellite antenna, which we call “Dishy”, a WiFi router, a cable to connect the two, and it plugs into the boat’s A/C power circuit. It is the RV version of Starlink, now called “Roam”. The antenna sits on a four-legged metal base that can be positioned anywhere on the boat with a clear view to the sky. While this requires that the antenna be stowed while underway and set up again when at anchor, it has given me the opportunity to try the system out before considering a permanent installation.

Starlink’s performance has been outstanding, routinely and reliably providing download speeds in excess of 100Mbps and upload speeds in the 10Mbps range. It consumes about 6 amps at 12VDC, about the same as the refrigerator, which means I have to monitor power consumption and best to turn it off whenever I’m not using it. The hardware cost less than $400 and the service costs about $75/month. I can make phone calls (over WiFi), download large files, participate in online meetings, do virtually anything that I can do at home on land while bobbing in a remote anchorage. I can now be as connected as I want to while living on the boat. The turning off to save power and the stowing while underway means that it’s not a continuous connection, but I actually like the breaks. It’s similar to a parent limiting a child’s onscreen time, allowing me to disengage from the social thrum and pay more attention to my surroundings and the natural world.

Robin joined me and Intermezzo in La Paz on January 31st and we set sail for Mazatlan on February 3rd after waiting out a norther for a couple of days. We enjoyed mostly downwind sailing all the way to Bahía Tenacatita, arriving there on February 16th with stops in now familiar anchorages of Chacala, La Cruz, Chamela and Paraíso. We stayed in Tenacatita for nine days, enjoying the warmer weather, the beach, paddle boarding, and taking several kayak trips through the mangrove estuary to “The Aquarium” beach, where we snorkeled and enjoyed meals and beers at beach restaurants. It was the first time I’ve seen crocodiles in the estuary, slightly disconcerting when one is sitting in an inflatable kayak, low in the water. The ones we saw were only a few feet long, though. Nippers, not man-eaters.

On February 25th we took a slip in the marina at Barra de Navidad. Robin departed for home on March 1st and I headed back to The Ranch a few days later to work on getting my Sailing Intermezzo book printed and published, with limited success.

I returned to Barra on March 26th, a week later than planned due to a surprise visit to the emergency room due to severe pain in my upper-right torso. All life-threatening causes were ruled out at the ER and the pain was quickly relieved with painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. The cause of the pain was a mystery until my primary care doctor diagnosed it to be caused by Slipped Rib Syndrome, an inflammation of the connective tissue between the ribs and the vertebrae and/or sternum. I was relieved to know what went wrong and how to treat it. I couldn’t imagine sailing singlehanded with the pain I experienced.

I was pleased to find crew for the passage north back to La Paz via the CrewSeekers website. Philip joined Intermezzo on March 28th in Barra. He’s from the U.K. on a long break from his work in IT and wanted to do some sailing while in Mexico. He owns a share of a boat in the Solent, has an Atlantic crossing under his belt and has chartered boats in the Med. Very competent crew.

We departed Barra on March 31st, retracing the southbound route but skipping stops in Tenacatita, Paraíso and La Cruz. Our journey started off with a pleasant surprise; a downwind sail on a southerly breeze. But it soon turned into the expected bash against strong northerly headwinds and steep seas. The bashing ranged from mild to severe. Conditions were especially bad as we approached and rounded Cabo Corrientes, just south of Puerto Vallarta, even though I had timed our rounding of the cape to occur in the middle of the night when conditions should have been more calm. We motored hard into 20-knot winds and steep over 2-meter waves.

The boat took on quite a bit of water into the starboard hull (“my” side of the boat). The gasket for the hatch above the head (bathroom) has a gap in it, and shipped a fair amount of water as waves washed over the deck. I discovered that my 2020 repair of a leaking hull-to-deck joint has failed, allowing water to get into the food locker, ruining my paper coffee filters and dampening my chocolate and cookies, vital food supplies. The starboard engine room suffered from saltwater spray through a thin crack I discovered in the hull-to-deck joint. The port engine room shipped water from a failed hatch gasket. Nothing like severe bashing to discover where your boat isn’t watertight.

At 4:00am on April 2nd, after rounding Cabo Corrientes and ducking into Banderas Bay, I came closer to shipwrecking than I ever have in over 50 years of sailing. Much, much too close, a near miss of jagged rocks. A story deserving of its own blog post. Luckily, with the help of a nearly full moon, we steered away from the rocks and navigated successfully out of the hazardous waters in which we were accidentally sailing. I was wide awake and breathing hard for hours afterwards. I actually looked up at the moon and thanked it out loud, feeling sincerely grateful and under its protection.

I normally would have waited out the stronger winds and bigger seas in anchorages so that the bashing would be mild to, at worse, moderate. But I had a rendezvous date with Christina, Nate and Maddie in La Paz and didn’t want to inconvenience them by arriving late. As they say, the most dangerous type of sailing is sailing to a schedule.

We crossed the Sea of Cortez from Mazatlan on April 6th, mostly a bash of a crossing, the winds at just enough of an angle for us to motor sail, but the waves not far enough off to avoid the bows rising and slamming down on them. We were treated to a nice reach of a sail for the final six hours before we anchored in Los Frailes, a welcome end to the crossing.

It felt so good to be back in The Sea, along the beautiful arid Baja peninsula and among its islands. I enjoy the mainland coast of Mexico, but it does not compare to how much I love The Sea. It feels like a home to me, somewhere I belong. I love the stark beauty of the land, not softened by vegetation, all the hues and colors of the geology visible, and appreciate the toughness and tenacity of the plants and animals that live on it.  I love the many colors of The Sea, how it can be calm and inviting, rough and foreboding, warm and cold, and the abundance and richness of all the life forms that it supports, in contrast to the land. I love the birds, the turtles, the dolphins, the fish. I love the brilliance of the stars at night, how our neighbor planets stand out shining brightly in the sky, clearly so much closer to us. I love that there aren’t many people cluttering up the place. I could go on, but I think I’ve made it clear how good it felt to be “home”.

The weather was then thankfully fair and mostly calm the rest of the way to La Paz, where we arrived on April 9th, right on schedule for the change of crew.

All the bashing up the coast from Barra caused me to reconsider my longer term plans. I had planned to bring Intermezzo up to San Francisco to take a break from sailing and do a major refit on the boat. The prospect of bashing up the Pacific coast of Baja and then up the California coast, 1,200 miles of mostly bashing, was not something I wanted to do. I wasn’t ready psychologically and Intermezzo, with its multiple leaks, wasn’t ready either. It got me to thinking and I came up with a better plan, one that would avoid bashing, save money, allow me to explore the northern Sea of Cortez and, ultimately, avoid sailing back 1,200 miles when my break and the refit was over. More on that plan in a future post.

Philip left Intermezzo on April 11th. He served as great crew, enduring the bashing and near shipwreck in good humor, was good company during our rest stops and didn’t eat me out of house and home, though we seemed to be always a bit short on beer.

Christina, Nate and Maddie, Renée’s daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter, respectively, my family, joined Intermezzo as Philip left. We stayed in Marina de La Paz for a couple of days, which turned out to be a good decision as Christina and I fell ill from eating something poisonous at a taco condiment bar. We were completely down and out for 24 hours.

Fortunately, we were recovered enough to leave La Paz on April 13th and begin a leisurely trip north here to Puerto Escondido this past week. We enjoyed beautiful weather, no bashing, some nice sailing, and relaxing stops at Isla Partida, Isla San Francisco, and Puerto Los Gatos, all my favorite anchorages. Nate stood several watches and I now rate him as competent crew. I hope to be able to Shanghai him into service in the future. Christina enjoyed a nice break from work, got a lot of reading done. Maddie swam, kayaked, paddle-boarded, snorkeled, played on the beach, went hiking, did schoolwork, put on a five-act play with stuffed animals, talked a lot, and consumed her fair share of the ship’s provisions. It was fun having them on board, a pleasure sailing with them in such nice weather at such a relaxed pace.

We arrived in Puerto Peñasco yesterday, three months and a week and 1,409nm since I left with Ben in January. I’m going to stay here for about a week before I begin heading north to Puerto Peñasco, sailing in waters and visiting places new to me along the way, a trip that I will chronicle in this blog.

 

Puerto Escondido