Woke up: La Paz, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Paz, Baja California Sur, Mexico
The Flying Fish Story
Underway, middle of the night Peter noticed water accumulating in the space outside the cockpit and inside the bulworks. He was particularly curious as he had just replaced lines draining that area. Every time Penelope surfed down a wave, bow in the water, the water would run to the front of the boat and disappear. When she rocked backward, bow out of the water, the accumulated water would run to the stern of the boat. It was getting deeper and deeper with each passing wave.
Finally, using a flashlight to inspect more carefully, Peter realized there was a flying fish in the water and every time the water flowed to the rear of the boat the flying fish was sucked over the drain and wouldn’t allow the water out.
The Calm Before the Storm
Monday evening was lovely. Peter took advantage of the flat water to play on his SUP until dark.
Windy In La Paz
As predicted, we’ve had 30+ knot winds here in La Paz the last few days.
It’s been what they call a “red flag” day.
The port is closed during yellow or red flag days. This means it is illegal to leave the harbor in a boat. Clearly, the authorities do not want to come to your rescue.
We moved from the anchorage to Marina Cortez on Monday morning. This is our first night in a marina since San Diego. Such an extravagant indulgence.
Peter Gets Caught
The other day, Peter smelled antifreeze. He tore the boat apart and found a deteriorated engine hose. To get to it, he had to remove one of the starting batteries from the battery compartment. Somehow, while lifting the 110 pound battery, Penelope swayed one way, Peter stepped the other way and accidentally caught one of his testicles between the battery and the navigation table. He had to sit down after that. (Sorry, no pictures.) In the future he vows to wear a cup and a cycling helmet when performing tasks requiring a high level of athleticism.
Home For Thanksgiving
Tomorrow we fly home to Portland for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, I have nothing to put into my suitcase as I own nothing in terms of winter clothing. I see it’s 46 degrees F and raining in Oregon. It’s going to be a very chilly few days.
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you who reads my blog.