July 11-12, 2023
I was only home long enough to do laundry and pick up my prescriptions before leaving again. Fortunately, my one day home coincided with my friend Jennifer's 65th birthday, so I managed to attend her birthday party.
The next day, I packed my bag and Karen took me to the central bus station in Puerto Vallarta where I was able to catch a direct bus to Mazatlan. Never having been to the Tepic bus station before, I was reluctant to switch bus lines, there, for fear of having to drag my heavy bag across town. As it was, everything was very convenient, so I filed that information away for future reference.
On the Way to Mazatlan |
July 13 -14, 2023
Cloudy Sunset in Mazatlan |
Sunset in the Mazatlan Marina |
Rene, Tom & Chris, the Intrepid Crew |
We (Tom, his friend, Chris, and I) spent Thursday and Friday preparing the boat to sail, as rapidly as possible in the sweltering heat. We just couldn't drink enough liquid to replace what we sweat out. We installed the main sail, visited the fuel dock to fill the tanks and numerous jerry cans with diesel, and went grocery shopping. We filled two carts with food and drinks which seemed like too much, but turned out to be just right. Tom spent a frustrating afternoon trying to track down the right sized hose for pumping fuel from the jerry cans into the tanks. After having visited every AutoZone in town (The first taxi took him to the Auto Mall.), he had to settle for some that was bigger than desired. We got to eat dinner in a couple of the restaurants near the marina, enjoy some lovely sunserts, and take advantage of the deliciously air conditioned showers. It was still hot. Very, very hot. It also rained, each morning, making it necessary to close the hatches. We couldn't wait to get out of there.
July 15-17, 2023
Abandoned Boats in Mazatlan |
Sunset Heading North |
Boobies on the Bow |
Passing Cabo San Lucas |
Melted Shifter Cable |
July 18-20, 2023
We knew bad weather was coming and were prepared to wait it out in Bahia Santa Maria. We dropped the hook, but when we went to back down to set the anchor, I couldn't shift into reverse. The mechanic who had recently repowered Dragon's Toy had routed the shift cable too close to the exhaust manifold and the insulation on the cable had permanently fused with the wire inside. To shift, we had to disconnect the cable and shift it manually. Chris became the engineer. Anchoring became a three person job.
Starry Night in Bahia Santa Maria |
There is nothing to do in Bahia Santa Maria, especially when you have forgotten to buy gasoline for your dinghy. It was howlingly windy, but we were protected from the swell. One boat came in and immediately left. We figured they had headed for the shelter of Magdalena Bay. It was just us and the shrimpers who were also sheltering there. We read a lot of books. I made a big dent in my much overdue blog post about my earlier road trip. We took advantage of the flat water to transfer fuel into the tanks, fitting the oversized hose to the pump with rigging tape. The temperature was pleasant. We spent a lot of time looking at the weather and trying to decide when it would be safe to head for Turtle Bay.
July 21-23, 2023
Crossing to Turtle Bay |
We had been making five or six knots for most of the trip, but our speed slowed to barely 2 knots, at times. We soldiered on. The crossing, which normally takes less than two days, took us two-and-a-half.
July 24, 2023
Fishing Floats Decorating a Panga |
The weather looked good for continuing on, so we decided to stay overnight to get a good rest and then leave early the next day. While we were lounging about the boat, that afternoon, we heard a distant Mayday call from a boat called Milagro. They had gone aground at Punta Blanca, nearly 100 miles north of us. We could hear them, but they couldn't hear us. There was also a tow boat called Halcon
trying to reach them, but they couldn't hear him, either. We felt very helpless. Tom finally tracked down the phone number for the Mexican Search and Rescue and notified them of the situation. We had the GPS coordinates, but that didn't seem to matter. When we got to Ensenada, we learned that the boat had lost its transmission and, rather than go out to sea to try to fix it where they had sea room, the new owners elected to head for a marginal anchorage. When they got there, their anchor chain bound up in the hawsepipe and they went aground before they could get the hook down. The owners eventually grabbed their passports, jumped into the water, and swam to the remote shore. Eventually, they were picked up by a local gringo who took them to the bus. They got to Ensenada before we did. The boat was a total loss.The Pier in Turtle Bay
Crossing Vizcaino Bay |
Things improved once we passed Sacramento Reef and we made up for
lost time. We arrived at the Cruiseport Marina just in time for
dinner on the 27th.
Shortly after we had left Mazatlan, we received an email telling us that Cruiseport would not accept our exit documents from Mazatlan because they had not been stamped by the port captain. The port captain in Mazatlan is very busy with commercial traffic and prefers to let the marina prepare the exit documents. Whenever we found a shred of internet, Tom had been communicating with Marina Mazatlan, trying to obtain a stamped copy of the exit paperwork. It had finally come through the morning of the 27th, but the email that Tom sent to Cruiseport had not been received.
Having to shift gears manually, we had hoped to head directly to our slip. This was not to be. We were directed to the guest dock where we had to stay until we produced the stamped exit document from Mazatlan. Once we cleared that hurdle, we were allocated a slip and, through excellent teamwork, managed to navigate into it without incident. We had a celebratory beer and headed into town for a calamari dinner.
July 28-29, 2023
We spent the 28th scrubbing the boat inside and out. I tackled the inside, wiping every surface down with vinegar and water, while the boys worked on the outside. That took me all day. I made us dinner to use up the last of our fresh food. In the end, we only had to give away one package of sausage and some produce. I took the last of the fruit and cheese with me to eat on the plane.
Driving to Tijuana |
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