We flew in to Guaymas on the 25th with Mama in tow and spent a delightful week shopping, seeing a doctor — love Mexican doctors! — walking the streets, and eating at Poncho Villa’s Cantina.
The first picture shows our dock guard keeping watch. We could walk almost to his side before he would lift off. In the next photograph, Mama lounges in the cockpit as we motor from Guaymas to Bahia San Carlos. Wind blew from the south as we left Marina Singlar so we imagined a nice reach north. Nope. By the time we had exited the Guaymas area, we found a windless sea filled with swells that lifted us in an ungainly fashion. We hoisted the mizzen to help cut down on the roll, but it was not a stellar moment in SV’s sailing history. Still, five hours later we dropped the hook in the beautiful bay, glad to be back until we realized that the swell was to be our companion through the afternoon and evening. Finally, the next day, the wind changed direction, cutting the swell, but keeping us boat-bound as it climbed into the 30s. M. barely noticed as he kept to his bunk with a stomach virus.
Today is glorious. We launched the dinghy, whose newly-applied and much-touted paint is a disaster — we are hoping to get another season or two our of her before we’re forced to sink capital in a new one — and headed to shore. In the great blow of yesterday, we lost two fenders. (That’s what happens when the Captain is ill and so has an understandable memory lapse. The Admiral failed to take up the slack because she didn’t know there was one.) Someone else is obviously enjoying ownership of them as we could find no trace of either a bright blue Taylor-made one or the older yellowish and very hefty one that came with the boat. Losses aside, we enjoyed the ride and the scone-muffin purchases at Baracuda Bob’s. Mama, of course, assuaged her hunger with mango-vanilla ice cream. La Paz and mango sorbet, here we come!
