Last Leg of the Baja Haha

I was up at 0600 for the morning radio net. We hear instructions and updates from the Poobah and he makes sure the fleet is ready to go. We have about 20 gallons of fuel left which will not get us to Cabo (about 180 miles away) unless we sail a good part of the way. We motor thru the morning and into the afternoon as the wind starts to build to 8-10 knots. We raise the spinnaker and she is a fine sight. We sail tru the evening untill the wind drops at 2200. Motor on. My watch begins at 0200. My last watch of the trip. I think about some of the highlights of my past 8 Haha"s. All the people I have met and all the fun times we have had. This is very cool way to get down the coast and I enjoy doing it. My watch ends and I head to a restful sleep. Up at 1030 and we are sailing again. The skipper thinks we are maybe not gone a make it to Cabo with the remaining fuel we have as the wind is dying. If we run out, we could be pushed by the wind onto the beach. Not good. I hail the other boats around us and ask for fuel. Sure enough Panther (the cat that I set the party up with) is nearby and have extra fuel. Within 15 minutes they are throwing over a line with a 5.3 gallon jug of diesel. This folks, is the true meaning of the Haha. Cruisers helping cruisers! We pour it into the tank and off we go for the final 8 miles to the harbor. We pull into the harbor for fuel, water and an inspection of our food. They take a few eggs, meat and produce that is not from Mexico. I jump off the boat and say my goodbyes. Thanks to Lisa and Byron for sharing this adventure with me. I had a blast and you guys were so sweet. I head to my hotel room but first have a margarita at the bar. After 8 Haha's I wonder if I will do another? I have been very lucky to hook up with some very cool folks by hitchhiking to Cabo on others boats. There was a beach party and an awards ceremony to attend once in Cabo. However, there was a big wind event coming and the leaders cancelled the events in an abundence of caution and to give everyone a chance to get up to La Paz or wherever before the storm hit. I met a bunch of cool folks from Santa Cruz and Monterey and hope to catch up with them again. And special thanks to Richard Spindler (that's him in the first pic with his 63' cat) for putting these rallies together for 30 years. We had a few snags on this voyage (immigration and weather) and it may be the final Haha as we know it. We will find out in the spring. Over and out!