Going south, literally......

David joined us on the 14th and immediately went to work on the list of things to be done - bought a surfboard, and Mike joined us a week later, and immediately went to work on the list.  We tried to leave on Thanksgiving, a day I forgot- whoda thunk?  We ran aground in the channel and some great parasail guys pulled us out of the minus tide channel and we returned to our slip.  Good thing, as the people who opened the new taco stand did a dinner for the cuisers here in the harbor, complete with cranberry sauce.  Going aground was meant to be.
We left with the tide in the morning and went to Yelapa where el Bully put us on a mooring close to a power boat that at one point it was two feet away from us.  A famous old raceboat, Sayula II was moored close to shore - great races with Windward Passage, Kialoa, etc. 
Of course we started the trip on a Friday, a superstition that we didn't understand, but we got turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy and cranberry sauce, when we forgot Thanksgiving.
Sailors get involved in the endless list and things like a major US holiday fall by the wayside - we got covered!

Going south around  Cape Corrientes  was a challenge and the seas got bigger and bigger - and we were on a three reefed main I came on deck at one point at night and found that the boom vang had given up the ghost, with the boom tied to the rail, still heading down wind.  I'O's crew handled it well.  There was a great discussion about the Real Tenacatita .David was right and I was wrong with no more excuse than three hours of sleep.
We anchored where we were with Molly J in the spring and were blobs.