Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Not the greatest trip north


Leaving Tenacatita Bay for the slog north.  As we are going to sell the boat, this is a good memory of a magic place.  The water was clear and warm, lots of good friends here, and dolphins come to visit.  Good Dog Beach taught Cooper to swim and us about beach landings with the dinghy wheels.  We were greeted by SnapDragon -  Russ came up to the boat and surprised us.  Raymond had run out of water, cigarettes and beer - we know what he considered important.  Ahhh.  We will miss this place and remember it when in awful traffic and dealing with tension of life in the US.

 
 

Back in our slip in Nuevo, tired and happy.   The dogs had their bunk in the main salon fixed so that they would be protected:  pillows all around.  I slept with them for a bit and then Alan and I relieved Robert while we were off Cabo Corriented.  Robert said that at one point he was making two knots north, but when we turned towards the Bay, we managed four plus.
Both Alan and I felt we were seeing things( hoping to, really) as it was to be another six hours to get to our slip.  Cold fifteen knots blew out of the Bay up until 100 knots off the breakwater.  Then Robert rebuilt the head.  Three bad things happened in the last 24 hours, perhaps to balance the benificence of Barra/Tenacatita:  the head crapped out (no pun intended), the safety rail (freshly redone) broke, and the freezer gave up the ghost.

Home are the sailors or home at Tacos Muelle.  Hooray.  Too tired to deal withe cooking all the food in the freezer, and celebrating that the head is working again.  Robert is a miracle worker.

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