Leg #1 –
Cabo San Lucas to Bahia Santa Maria
two days and nights in Cabo we began The BASH!
Reflections weather guru said 20 knots of wind max (Ha). While sitting on the beach in Hawaii he
suggests that we jump on this “weather window” and asks what our problem is sailing
in 20 knots? Well…were not SAILING we’re bashing against the wind
and with waves on and over the bow.
The Port of
Cabo San Lucas is literally one of the busiest ports in the world. It takes a skilled sailor to Captain a boat
through the narrow channel that is congested with boat traffic and obstacles. The entrance is full of crazy tourists on jet
skis, paddle boards, fishing and tour boats. It
is very nerve wracking and Don has accomplished this task going in and out of
Cabo twice now. I’m very proud of him!
|Tip of Cabo to Mag Bay (elbow) 165 Nautical Miles|
We left warm sunny Cabo and within 3 hours we were in the thick of it. I had graduated from queasy to seasick and got wet and cold rounding Cabo Falso. My freshly washed hair was now wet and sticky with sea salt. I went down below long enough to take my herbal seasick medicine, wash up and change my clothes. With a long haul ahead I had to shake it off! I came back up and my Capitan made comment that it was time we paid our dues for all the amazing, beautiful warm weather sailing and good times that we had in Mexico. It became quite clear to me that the best part of the trip was over.
We were buddy bashing with some friends we made on the 2012 Baja Ha-ha, Jeff and Nelia on Reflections. Nelia is a sweet little Philippina lady who is out here bashing and getting roughed up by the Pacific Ocean right along with her husband also. Nelia is especially noble being out here doing this even though she fears of the water since she never learned to swim. I truly enjoy her female companionship; she gives me strength. The two of us have an ongoing dispute about which one of us is taller. It’s true, I’m not taller than many people, but I’m pretty sure I have her beat by at least a quarter of an inch. Being with friends looking out for each other is a huge asset as well.
|My Friend, Nelia and her "Mahal"|
After 32 hours of motor bashing north, just a few miles from Magdalena Bay, Valhalla's engine quit and we were adrift. We hailed Reflections and informed them of our problem. My bonafide husband and mechanic diagnosed the problem that Valhalla wasn't getting fuel. Our friends stood by while Don took out the old electronic fuel pump and replaced it with our spare in short order. After all, Valhalla still wouldn't start. We had good favorable wind of 14 to 18 knots and sailed the last 8 nautical miles close hauled at 330 degrees making up to 6.7 knots right into the mouth of the bay. It was a great sail and turned out to be the last sail of our trip. Just after we entered the bay, the wind died and we were dead in the water again. We graciously accepted Reflections offer for a tow into the anchorage where Don could further evaluated and repair the problem.
|Manowar Cove in Puerto Magdalena Bay|
We spent 2 nights in Manowar Cove after our 165 nautical mile run. The Mayor and Sheriff of Puerto Magdalena came by in his panga offering to bring us fuel. Marcus Antonio Arce was “elected” to his positions and boasts that he knows all 350 people who live in his town by name. Marcus said he would return in a couple of hours with our fuel. Well, let’s not forget we’re still in Mexico. SIX hours later at dusk he returned with the fuel he promised.
After much to do, Don had run a new wire to the fuel pump and Valhalla was golden again. Getting fuel took longer than it took to Don trace and repair our fuel system problem!
Early morning we headed to Bahia Santa Maria where we could sleep a little at anchor before beginning our next run to Bahia de Tortuga at midnight.
Due to hazardous conditions, my birthday would be postponed until landfall in Ensenada. Bashing 255 nautical miles north in windy conditions was NOT my idea of a party. Boo Hoo!