Ahhh back in La Paz. It’s good to be South, but it’s (comparatively) cold and cloudy here and it was a bit of a trial to get down here. I left San Carlos last Saturday morning with a forecast of 20-30 knots out of the north diminishing to 10-15 for the next few days. A fine forecast for crossing the Sea. So I set out and had a little too spirited of a sail with 7-10 foot short period waves often soaking Bodhran’s cockpit. I still wasn’t 100% comfortable with sailing Bodhran again and decided that I might as well duck back into Bahia Catalina near Guaymas after an exhilarating 4 hour sail. I anchored with a bunch of shrimp boats and found that the packing nut on my stuffing box had backed off letting a steady stream of water into the boat. So I pulled the companionway stairs and tightened the packing nut back down and made sure that I put plenty of tension on the lock nut, which I’m sure was why it had backed off after I had replaced the stuffing the day before. The wind was still howling and my halyards were slapping the mast, so I jumped up and tied them off to my pin rails. After taking care of the halyards, I jumped back down the companionway and oops, that’s right I forgot that I had taken the stairs off to get to the stuffing box. I stepped down into the saloon and promptly plummeted 5 feet down to the cabin sole below. Owwww! It almost knocked the wind out of me even though I caught myself from falling all the way by grabbing the edge of the companionway. Still one foot slamed down on the nav desk step and the other on the engine. I sliced one of my toes open, I think broke at least one toe and bruised the other foot so deeply that I couldn’t put any weight on it for half a day.
The next morning found the wind down to 10 knots out of the NE. I couldn’t really walk, I hobbled around with limping on both feet. I ran out the jacklines and put on my harness even in the smooth anchorage. I didn’t really feel like waiting around Bahia Catalina until I could walk properly and moving around seemed to loosen up my foot without the hurt toe and I figured that I could at least make it out to the Sea and see how things go from there. Thank god for my new roller furling yankee. I rolled out the jib without having to go forward and was making a nice 4 knots. I eventually hobbled my way out to the mast and was able to raise my mainsail as well. Again with thanks to the my new battenless main that is able to be raised without having to turn to windward. The sea was pretty lumpy, but my windvane did all the steering and I was able to put my feet up for a good 6 hours until the wind died and I fired up the motor until a little after midnight when the wind picked back up. All in all it was a fast passage and the windvane and the autopilot did all the work and I made the 150 miles to due south across the Sea to Bahia Agua Verde in 25 hours.
I spent the day in Agua Verde, anchored for the first few hours with Ron from Theopolis, another Bellinghamster that I’d met a few times last year as well as earlier in the yard in Guaymas, but he and his brood left around noon to take off for Punta Evaristo. I really wanted to go swimming or take a hike up on the beach, but I acquiesced to reason and just stayed off my feet for the day. I left early the next morning with another 10 knot northerly and made it another 50 miles south to Isla San Francisco before dark. Then it was a quick day to Isla Partida where I had to stop to do a little wiring work when my starter wouldn’t work. I spent the night in Ensenada Grande and then made my way down to a cloudy rainy La Paz today.
My pops flew down to La Paz a few days ago to meet me. He and I will be making our way down to Barra de Navidad to meet up with my Mom, Alex and Trevor for Christmas. Sounds like it’s going to be blowing like hell out in the sea for the next few days, so we’ll probably be here for a little bit.