San Diego and Passage to
Turtle Bay Log
San Diego
Its cold, really cold. We have spent a week playing pack mules, carrying stuff to the boat, carrying stuff
from the boat, and generally running errands that involve carrying large objects great distances. Now, its
cold. Our shampoo froze in its bottle in our bathroom. I'm outta here.
Midnight Ride to Mexico
This time I really am in the middle of a night-watch. I am somewhere south of Ensenada and its 1 am. The
moon has risen and is lighting up the sea nicely. Earlier I was treated to a display of falling stars
accompanied by the sounds of cookies being tossed, only sort of romantic I suppose. :)
This evening started out badly. Both Richard and myself were quite seasick. Its probably more nerves
than anything else. When a full-blown tizzy comes upon you, there really is not much you can do about it.
We were at the public dock in San Diego for 10 days waiting for a weather window. The dock is its own
little community oddly enough. No one boat can spend more than 10 days there, but, its your average
neighborhood. There are those people that everyone wishes would move out and then the other people
you wind up sharing Thanksgiving dinner with. The little temporary and fluid neighborhood has your basic
gossip, household chore sharing, fervent weather discussions and showing off the house (boat)
behaviors. All in all, highly amusing.
Let's revisit the fervent weather discussions topic. Weather is and overwhelming, all-encompassing
obsession for sailboaters. I suppose its only natural seeing as how we live on the water and are so easily
frightened by wind and waves. But really, this craving for weather related news and opinions gets to be
too much. There are dozens of different sources both official and unofficial and everyone has their
favorite to which no other can compete. There are even semi-official weather gurus. This fellow named
Don on the HAM bands is followed religiously. Actually, he's good and does it just because he likes to.
The wind gods must become aggravated with sailboaters. We are never satisfied. No wind is bad because
we can't get anywhere. A little wind is frustrating because you then want more wind to go faster. However,
too much wind whips up the seas and overpowers your little boat...sigh...never just right. Don't even get
me started on the wind direction issues. Yup, wind gods, don't want their job.