Woke up: Timbabichi, Bahia San Carolos, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Went to sleep: Bahia Aqua Verde, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Three of the four days we’ve been traveling north into the Sea of Cortez have afforded us luxurious sailing conditions. One day, wind out of the southeast, next day, wind out of the northwest, never more than 20 knots and always warm sunshine and picturesque backdrop of the Sierra de la Giganta mountain range.
The Captain is quite capable of handling this yacht. He studies the ocean, analyzing current, ocean swell, wind chop, wind direction, wind intensity and makes adjustments accordingly. He’ll pull out the headsail and later roll it back in. He’ll raise the stacil or run with just the main and the jib alone. He’ll place a reef in the main when there is a threat of big wind and shake it out when winds begin to subside.
I, on the other hand, try to avoid too much sun. It’s bad for my skin and bad for my hair. Besides, if I’m in the cockpit, I just get in his way.
Peter has mastered tacking (or jibbing) this boat quite well on his own. For example, when tacking from a starboard tack to a port tack, he’ll prepare the port side jib sheet to take over the jib. He’ll free the starboard side jib sheet. Quickly, he’ll turn the helm to starboard turning the bow of the boat to the left. He switches the auto pilot to “auto” allowing it to begin steering the boat. While the auto pilot drives, he hurriedly pulls the port jib sheet taught and “Voila!” he tacked the boat single handed and we’re now on a “port tack.” This maneuver is fairly straight forward with winds under 20 knots.
If the wind increases or he is performing a task which takes him out of the cockpit, I go top side to assist and keep him in my sight.
People say men often marry women who resemble their mothers. In many ways, I resemble Peter’s mom. We both like to keep a clean house.
While Peter is busily tacking and jibbing and adjusting sails, I have ample hours to scrub the range top with a toothbrush or scour the pots with Ajax. At the same time, I carefully monitor his food and water consumption and beverages or sandwiches in front of him at appropriate intervals.
Down below, I enjoy the gentle rocking and the sound of water splashing against the hull. I can hear the hum of the wind generator intensify and diminish with the ebb and flow of the wind. We both thoroughly enjoy the journey, each in our own way.
Today we’ll arrive in Aqua Verde where I can only hope we’ll find cell service. We’ve been disconnected from friends and family for 8 days. I long to hear a notification chime from my smart phone.