Woke up: La Cruz, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz, Mexico
San Diego Here We Come
It looks as though our plan now is to bash back up the Baja peninsula and spend the summer in San Diego.
If you had told me two weeks ago this is what I was going to do I would have said, “Over my dead body!”
Somehow, Peter convinced me.
He convinced me the heat and humidity in Mexico in the summer would be very hard on poor little Penelope. He doesn’t want to be tied to a marina all summer – unless, of course, it’s Chula Vista Marina. It’ll be easier and cheaper to get needed boat parts. We’ll be closer to friends and family. And, after all, who would complain about San Diego Bay for the summer?
My only complaint was the 1,000 mile boat ride against prevailing wind and current. There is a reason they call it the Baja Bash. We’ve learned, though, June is not a terrible time to cruise that direction. So, we’ll take it slow and stop along the way to wait for wind out of the south.
Peter is excited about the possibilities. He’s been looking for jobs on line. Something on the water.
I guess I’ve warmed to the idea. The thought of being tied to a dock, alone with Peter in this tiny boat if he’s unhappy is scarier than facing a firing squad. I’ll back track 1,000 miles to keep peace in the family. Who wouldn’t?
I’m blessed in so many ways. I’m healthy. I’m happy. I have wonderful friends and a loving family.
The rest is just geography.