15 Years of H2uhO!!

This is kind of a big deal.  There are not many bloggers that last a year!  They say a blogger's year is equal to a dog year so in this case we are turning 105!  Feels like it.  Other sailing bloggers that have been going this long include the Tillerman at Proper Course and the Horse's Mouth, Joe.  Congrats to them!  Heck, they gave me some motivation to get started.  What really inspired me was a couple accidents on the bay.  The most famous of the two was the Santana 22 that got caught at the south tower of the GGB.  Their boat got caught in a huge breaking wave and they were rescued but the boat was at the bottom.  It was all caught on film by a surf photo guy.  I thought, why not do a blog about people making mistakes on the water so we can learn from them.  Bonehead Moves on the Water was born.  The site has evolved over the years, but we still are running with the main theme.

To recognize this momentous occasion, here is a look back at our voyage to Mexico and back to SF on my Jeanneau 40.  We returned about a year ago and I have very fond memories of the adventure.  I was looking thru an old journal of mine from 1986 and the seeds of this journey were born over 30 years ago!

I grew up boating on the Chesapeake Bay with my family and always enjoyed our time on a small boat.  After college at UNLV, I moved west to the Bay Area and started windsurfing on the SF Bay.  I loved the freedom and challenge as well as the speed.  As I hit my mid 30’s, I stated a family and so my time on the water slowed down.  As my son turned 4, I purchased a small sailing dory of 16 feet.  I sailed in the lakes, sloughs and eventually the bay.  As I got more confidence, I moved up to a 30 foot boat that I owned for 17 years.  I started dreaming of the possibilities of where could a small boat take me?  In this case, just about everywhere in the bay and delta. 

About a year and a half ago, I purchased a sexy 40 foot Jeanneau with the intention of sailing to Mexico and back with a few friends.  The boat was in great shape but needed some upgrades, and new electronics.  I also purchased a new, larger jib for the light airs in the south. 

In September of  2018, we departed San Francisco for a 4,000 mile voyage deep into Mexico.  Our first week was amazing as we harbor hopped down the coast in beautiful sailing conditions.  With stops in Half Moon Bay, Santa Cruz and Monterey, we were living the sailing dream. 

Our first overnight run was from Monterey to Morro Bay, a distance of 90 miles.  We had 4 hour watches set up and my watch was from 2-6, am and pm.  At the age of 60, its important to have some down time and having 3 aboard gives you 8 hours off after your watch is complete.  Sleeping, eating, hanging out in the cockpit, reading or watching a movie was all part of our day and night on the water.  We made it down the coast without a hitch and arrived at sunrise.  We rested for a day and then took off mid morning for our most dangerous part of the adventure.  The rounding of Point Conception, the Cape Horn of California.  Many ships have met their fate here as the currents and waves of the north and south meet violently at times and many a sailor has perished here.  We had read many strategies about this stretch of ocean.  We chose the midnight run and it worked!  The wind was in the high teens and we were 10 miles off the Point.  We got slammed by one big wave but that was about it.  We arrived safely in Santa Barbara the next morning.

We had several sets of friends heading our way for 2 night trips to Santa Cruz Island, 20 miles to the west.  We experienced one of the trip highlights here, Painted Cave.  One of the largest sea caves in the world.  We kayaked in and even with a 120 foot high entrance, it got dark and scary quickly.  The noise the waves would make as they filled the air pockets of the cave was very eerie.  All of our guests got a chance to head in and they loved it.

We wandered our way to San Diego and finally entered Mexico in mid November.  Ensenada was our first port of entry and only 60 miles south of the US border.  We met with the customs folks and successfully checked into the country.  Breweries are very popular in this town and we visited several. 

In early December, we departed for our longest passage of the journey.  700 miles down the Baja peninsula to Cabo San Lucas.  Our hope was to complete the run in 8-10 days.  A sailboat can average 100-120 miles in a 24 hour period.  Our first stop was a small island called Cedros for fuel and an overnight rest.  We departed at daylight and made it to Cabo in 7 days.  We had great wind south of Cedros and sailed smartly over the last 250 miles.

After a quick flight home for the holidays, we were on our way to Mazatlan and the mainland of Mexico.  As we departed, the winds were up and thoughts of heading back to the harbor crossed my mind.  Instead, we cracked off a few degrees for a more comfortable ride.  We decide to skip Maz and head to Puerto Vallarta.  A longer sail of about 300 miles, but a much safer choice based on the wind conditions.  We had 3 weeks to explore this beautiful bay and have a few friends and my son visit us.  We sailed, toured the city and made new friends along the way.  My favorite anchorage was Yelapa.  A deep valley with rich tropical forests surrounding us, this is an exotic paradise. 

From PV, we headed to our southern most destination of Zihuantenejo another 300 miles to the south.  Some of the loveliest stops are along this coast.  Pariso, Cureyees, Tenicatita and Las Hadas were all amazing stopovers.  Our goal was attend a music fest in Ztown, so we continued south. 

Several sets of friends joined us here and we had a ton of fun taking them out to the islands and sailing on soft breezes in 80 degree temps.  It was sublime.  The last week of our stay here was the International Guitarfest.  We attended the first night and got a chance to hear all of the guitarists that would be performing during the rest of the week.  We feel in love with several and went back to see them over the course of the fest.  The concerts took place right on the beach and we had a table reserved and enjoyed the shows immensely. 

We departed on March 8^th for San Francisco.  This would be the most difficult part of the trip.  They call this portion of the voyage, the Bash.  1800 miles into the wind and seas and the only logical option is to motor into it. Luckily, we have a very trusty Yanmar engine to get us uphill to our destination. 

On our way back, we revisited our favorite anchorages and found some new ones as well.  Our guide books were very helpful and helped us avoid any dangers.  We also had a GPS chart plotter that kept us safe and guided the way.  One of the great inventions over the last few years is AIS.  This feature allows you to see any ship or boat around you on the chart screen.  It will also tell you if you are in danger of colliding with said ship.  Great for our over night passages as the dark is really dark out on the ocean.

We eventually made to Cabo again after a fast sail across the Sea of Cortez.  The winds on the west coast come from the north.  Since we were sailing east to west, the winds were on our beam and we could set the auto pilot and enjoy the ride.  We did very little steering during the entire trip and let our auto pilot do all the heavy lifting.  She did an amazing job with only a few hiccups. 

Our next 1200 miles would be the hardest.  Winds of 30 or more knots on the nose, seas up to 14 feeet and an unforgiving, lonely coast.  We took off from Cabo expecting to motor the next 400 miles to the next fuel stop.  We made it to Turtle Bay and refueled and headed on our way to San Diego.  After a short stop there, we took off for Santa Barbara.  A large wind storm was headed our way with 40 knot winds.  We tucked in just before the winds hit and were “stuck” in SB for 4 days.  We made the most of it with wine tasting, bike rides and great meals out.

Our final leg was upon us.  After 5 weeks of motoring north, I was ready to get back home.  Once again, we had to round Pt. Conception, however, we hit it with low wind and waves and moved on to Monterey, 200 hundred miles north.  These were hard earned miles as it was cold and windy all the way up the coast.  

We harbor hopped up the coast again stopping in Monterey, Santa Cruz and Half Moon Bay for quick overnights with departures at day break.  On April 17^th, we sailed under the Golden Gate Bridge and back into our home waters.  The conditions were perfect with a flooding tide, light winds, and temps in the 70’s.  A rare day indeed on this windy bay we love.

The people of Mexico were very kind and helpful.  The crew was fantastic and made the trip.  The biggest hero was the boat!  She kept us safe and the mechanical side as well as the rigging were perfect.  I could not have asked for a greater 7 month voyage with awesome weather, great friends and family to share it with.  We love Mexico! (and California too!).  Thanks to my crewmates, Tex and Sean!!

We had over 25 friends and family join us during our voyage.  Thanks gang, for making our adventure so memorable.

 Somewhere near La Paz.

 San Francisco is near the top and Ztown is at the bottom.  We traveled about 4000 miles over 7 months.

Highlights of the voyage:

Departing SF and heading to port outside the Gate was amazing.  The wind was up as were the waves.  We sailed the 20 miles to safe harbor in Half Moon Bay.  Our very first landfall.

Sailing the Cali coast was a dream come true.  I have been up and down Hwy 1 so many times dreaming about being on a boat and here I was heading to Monterey and next, Santa Barbara!

Santa Barbara was delightful.  We spent 3 weeks in and around the harbor as well as extended stays at Santa Cruz Island with friends visiting from the Bay.

We pulled into a tiny anchorage on Santa Cruz and challenged a boat load of other dudes to a game of bocce.  We kicked their butts and laughed so hard for hours.  These guys were a ton of fun.

Painted Cave on Santa Cruz was a huge hit for us and our friends.  The largest sea cave on the planet!

Newport Beach with my friend Barry and his wife took us out for an amazing evening of cruising the waterways and seeing some beautiful waterside homes.

I had never been to Catalina and that was a blast.  We played bocce near the plaza.

San Diego - we could not find a slip due to the Haha.  I ended up calling all the marinas and one got back to me saying they had plenty of space and we could stay for 2 weeks!  We arrive at Fiddler's Cove and it turns out they thought we were military folks and this was a military harbor.  They realized our predicament and their mistake and allowed us to stay a week.  We had a ton of fun and they were all very kind.

My friend from Delaware, Steve, came out for a week and we had an amazing time.   Swimming, Frisbee, 420, bocce, hanging with my son and meeting his cousin for a dinner party.

We had a pretty good sail down the coast of Baja.  The best was from Santa Maria to Cabo with 20 knots of wind.

San Jose del Cabo was a very cool stop.  We hitchhiked back and forth and folks were happy to give us a ride.  What a cool art district with great bars and restaurants.

My sisters and family came down to Cabo for NYE and I took them all for a very relaxing sail along the coast.

Our first real cruising anchorage was off La Pax at an island anchorage.  There were several other boats around and we invited them all to join us for a drink.  We had 2 couples join us for a fun evening of stories and lies!  I am kidding about the stories.  : )

Yelapa in Puerto Vallarta was one of my favorite spots.  In a deep valley and surrounded by green lush hills, it is idyllic.  My son and nephew also visited PV along with John.  We had great sails with them and saw lots of whales breaching.

The trip from PV to Ztown was spectacular.  There were a couple anchorages that really stood out.  One of my favs was Pariso.  Secluded and a small bay inside a bay with a pristine beach right off the boat.  Gorgeous.  We were the only boat there!

Would I do this trip again?  A resounding no.  The bash home was against Mother Nature for 5 weeks.  30 knot winds and 15 foot seas were the norm.  The boat and crew took a beating and it was not fun.  I am so happy I did this trip on my boat, but the trip home was very uncomfortable.  However, the other 6 months were delightful!!  A bon voyage indeed!

 

Sailing to Surf and Surfing to Live

John John Florance is a pro surfer who loves to sail.  He recently purchased one of my favorite boats: a Gunboat 48 for a surfing safari to the South Pacific.

Here is the first in a series of four shorts about the adventure.  The production is well done and as a sailor with a passion for surfing (me), I had to share this amazing video series.

Welcome Aboard Hana!

We lost Kona 2 months ago to cancer.  It happened very fast and we were dogless.  It was depressing.  My wife looked around for a new pup (another golden) since we will be home for the foreseeable future.  She found one!  We picked up Hana (named after the small town on Maui near the Seven Sacred Pools) about a week ago and she has been a treat so far.  And a nice distraction from sheltering in place.  She is almost 12 weeks old and very cute.  She is slowly getting the hang of doing her duty outside and makes a game out of everything.  I looked back at when I took Kona on his first sailing trip and it was at about 4 months.  I will most likely take her up to the boat a few times before we go sailing.  Looking forward to that day!  Say hello to Hana!

A sailor's worst nightmare!

Via Sail Mag:
Five days before Christmas, I booked my ticket home. It was evening, at the end of a long day in my marine repair shop, BoatRx. After being in Miami a month, it was already starting to feel like home. I reviewed my to-do lists, grateful to be returning to a steady routine as I drove back to the marina where Eclipse, my Tayana 42 and my home, had been moored since I’d arrived from Boston.

The wind was blowing hard when I got there. I went for a run to ease my mind and donned my foulweather jacket before taking off into the darkness. In no time, I was getting soaked by the spray blowing off the tops of the waves with the northeast gale. Luckily, the trip to the boat was both short and a fairly straightforward one—straight out the channel, then left at the red marker toward mooring #91, where I’d see the blue hull of Eclipse.

As soon as I made the left, I knew something was wrong. Mooring #91 was right where it should be, but there was no boat. I raced to the ball and grabbed the plastic thimble. It was intact, but there was no sign of the two lines I’d run through it earlier. Adrenaline shot through my veins as a wave nearly swamped me. I sprang into action.

There was a Catalina nearby. I headed over, shouting for anybody aboard. A kind man named Vernon came out on deck. He called a few friends of his who salvaged boats, but got nothing. We swapped numbers, and I headed downwind, knowing the wind was blowing onshore. Had Eclipse been stolen? In these conditions? How had she managed to break free and then make it through the mooring field without hitting any of the other boats?

I got the skiff up to full speed, pulling the drain plug to empty the water now coming in with the crashing waves. There was soon not a dry spot anywhere. The laptop in my backpack was likely destroyed. Moving downwind, past the mansions in Coconut Grove, I scanned the anchorages and shallows. Keep breathing, use your head, I told myself. You’re OK, even if the boat is gone. I had no light, no life jacket, no paddle, no radio. I had no choice but to return to the marina.

Arriving at the van, I immediately called the Coast Guard and filed a report. Moments later someone called back. “This is U.S. Coast Guard Sector Miami Beach. You said it was a 42ft blue-hulled sailboat, correct? Yeah, well, we just got a report of one dragging its anchor.” They also sent me a set of coordinates, which I entered into the Navionics app on my phone. The position was upwind of where I’d left Eclipse, but maybe someone had found her adrift and anchored her on the north side of the channel. I stripped down to the basics, grabbed a headlamp and took off again with the skiff into the darkness.

It was late when I arrived at the coordinates. It wasn’t Eclipse, but another blue 40-footer that had dragged anchor and was now sitting off Dinner Key. The boat seemed to be holding steady, so I went back to the van, feeling hopeless and totally discouraged as I climbed into the driver’s seat.

A short while later I phoned my friend Mat, who I’d been renting my shop space from. He and his wife, Lucia, said they’d have the couch ready with fresh sheets when I got there, and after taking another shower at the marina I drove over in the van and settled in for the night.

The next morning, Mat and I headed out again in the skiff. The wind was as bad or worse than ever, but now we had daylight on our side, and I figured we’d see Eclipse right away, probably sitting on her side in the shallows. We buzzed the mooring field, the anchorage and the entire shoreline from Dinner Key to Matheson Hammock Park. Some areas we checked twice. Nothing. I couldn’t believe it.

Returning to the dock, I called the authorities again—the Coast Guard, the sheriff’s department—as thoughts of Eclipse being bashed up against a line of rocks or a sea wall raced through my imagination. I spoke to some Sea Tow captains who warned me that a search would cost as much as $400 an hour given the conditions.

At the marina, I met Jenson, a captain who ran a watersports rental company. With his tactical-style center console RIB and 150hp engine, we were able to move quickly and stay a bit drier than I had aboard the skiff. But again, it was no use. He, too, was billing by the hour. With the wind and waves, it was just too difficult to make any kind of meaningful progress.

Next, I called Paul Columna, a cousin of my business partner, who is a firefighter and retired Air Force pararescue specialist. He had a plane in Fort Lauderdale and was on the runway when we spoke. He said he’d be willing to continue the search by air, but that it would be pointless. The cloud ceiling was too low, the winds too high.

Later that same day, I called off the search. Sitting slumped in the seat of my van at the Dinner Key Marina, I began to feel truly hopeless. Now that the initial shock had worn off, I started wondering whether my continuing to search for Eclipse didn’t represent a kind of denial—denial that the sailboat that had served as my home for the past five years was now either stolen or destroyed. Grief crept in as I thought of all the people I’d had aboard, the over 10,000 miles we’d sailed together, how I’d lost of all my possessions. I found myself wondering what it was going to be like having to start all over again; thinking to myself I should’ve done a better job of securing the boat; that I should’ve insured her again after being dropped by my previous insurance company; how if I’d thought to leave the AIS turned on and my Iridium tracker enabled, they would have led me right to her.

Luckily, my grieving proved to be only temporary, thanks in large part to my friends, my family and my girlfriend, Lisa, whose invariably positive outlook kept me from utter despair. “You’ll find her,” she kept saying, even though it had now been almost 24 hours since Eclipse had gone missing.

Mat also helped me keep things in perspective. “Phil,” he said. “You owe it to this boat to keep searching. Think of all that boat has done for you. Stop feeling shame about mistakes you might have made. These are the types of things that happen to people who are constantly pushing their limits.”

Back at Mat and Lucia’s, I retreated to their couch to write a couple of Facebook and Instagram posts to help get the word out. In the following days, these two posts would be shared over 1,000 times. Little did I know managing the communications stemming from this initial outreach effort would end up becoming one of the more challenging parts of that weekend.

By nightfall little had changed. The winds were still blowing relentlessly out of the northeast, as I fielded calls and texts of support from the many people who had seen my posts. Finally, a total stranger, Michael Harding, wrote to me saying, “I have an airplane in Orlando and would be willing to fly search patterns.” We connected by phone afterward, and he told me a little about the search and rescue work he’d done in the Caribbean. We agreed to stay in touch and keep an eye on weather, as the conditions still made any kind of search impossible. It felt great having someone like Mike, someone I’d never even met before, in my corner.

Another connection I made was with an old friend, Jason Barron, owner of Barron’s Boatyard in City Island New York who put me in touch with a local pilot-boat captain named Bill Rychlicki. Bill and I connected by phone. He seemed to know everyone on the water and contacted every single professional captain he knew currently working on Biscayne Bay to ask them to be on the lookout.

By the following morning, a Sunday, my phone was full of replies, but Eclipse still hadn’t been located. The northeasterly was also still in full effect. I was eager to get back out on the water, but knew it would be impossible—and Bill and Mike agreed. The forecast called for rain overnight with the wind shutting down on Monday. I called my family to let them know I wouldn’t be home for Christmas. With my ever-evolving team helping out, I planned my next steps.

Another friend connected me with Tony Anderson, a seaplane pilot who flies tours in the Miami area. Mike, Bill and Tony all agreed that when the weather broke a seaplane would be my best bet. Tony and I agreed to talk again the following day.

Monday morning, December 23, I woke to find the wind was finally settling down for the first time in five days and learned the rain was supposed to stop in the afternoon. Tony was at the airport fueling up the seaplane. I had another boat and captain at ready as well, if needed.

Mat and Lucia met me at the marina during their lunch break. I jumped in their Jeep, and we went to meet the seaplane. Tony confirmed we’d be good to go around 1230. On the way, I noticed the weather was already clearing. Julio, who worked at the seaplane office downtown, led us to a dock where we jumped in a small runabout. It felt strange having him give us an abbreviated tour of Biscayne bay, pointing out dolphins and manatees as we motored out to meet the plane. I tried my best to enjoy myself, but it was an expensive trip and my boat was still gone. This whole thing could be a waste. Moments later, a single-engine seaplane dropped out of the sky and came to a landing. We pulled alongside. Tony stepped out with a gleaming smile.

Seated in the aircraft, Tony told us where the life jackets were and then asked where I wanted to go. Opening up my Navionics app again, I pointed to an area south of Deering Bay Channel. Tony piped some cool island music through the headsets, which got a good laugh, throttled up the engine, and we took off.

Flying low, we passed over Dinner Key. The skies had finally cleared, and the view was incredible. Barely 15 minutes into our search, I tapped Tony on the shoulder and pointed to a spec a couple miles in front of us. We nodded to each other. I could already tell it was a sailboat, and we all knew a sailboat didn’t belong in the shallow waters off Biscayne National Park. Seconds passed. It was agonizing waiting for the speck to come into focus, but there she was. It was Eclipse.

She was perfectly upright, balanced on her keel and rudder, high above the water, resting in the mud only a short distance from shore. Even my inflatable dinghy was there. Tony set the seaplane down just behind her. We’d barely come to a stop before I was jumping into the water and grabbing the mooring line from the plane to tie us alongside.

Shimmying my hands along the edge of the toerail, I hoisted myself on deck, where I swung open the companionway and took a quick inventory. The hatches were all shut and dogged tight. The battery voltage was still a good 12.6 volts. The fridge was running with the food inside fresh. The bilge was nearly dry. I waved to Tony one last time as he took off.

Surrounded by clear blue water and mangroves, I stood on deck and took a few deep breaths. After that, I walked up to the bow where I knelt to inspect the shredded mooring pendants. Returning to the cabin, I started making a mental list of all the people I needed to call, at the same time putting together a plan to get the boat out of the muck. I also called Lisa. I could hardly believe how lucky I’d been.

At 1900 that same day, a pair of SeaTow Boats arrived at high tide and pulled Eclipse free. The operation involved dragging her on her side nearly a mile across sand and rock, until she was in deep enough water to float on her own. Finally, when I was alone again at the helm, I picked up the phone and booked another flight home. I’d be there for at least a part of the holidays after all.

What I Did Right

• Never gave up trying or gave in to despair

• Enlisted the help of the local sailing community

• Suspended the search when conditions made it impossible to continue doing so safely

• Didn’t compound the situation but getting myself hurt or putting myself in unnecessary danger

What I Did wrong

• Didn’t make absolutely sure the boat was safely moored

• Failed to have Eclipse properly insured

Somewhere off Tasmania

Do you see that little red dot near the center?  That is Uncle Bert.   Just above him is Tasmania and above that is Australia.  Bert is attempting to sail around the world solo, nonstop using only a sextant and some nav tables.  Sir Robin Knox Johnson did this way back in the late 60's during the Golden Globe Race.  A few others did it during last year's redo of the Globe Race.  However, no one has ever done it from North America. 

Right now he is in a pickle due to all the lows that typically rip this area during winter.  40 knot winds and monstrous confused seas are the norm.  Back in September, Jeanne Socrates did this route and set a record as the oldest person to complete the lap and it took her 339 days and change.  Good luck Bertie and batten down the hatches!

https://www.the5capes.com/

Walk the Plank

I have been reading and educating myself on this amazing development of CV19.  In my estimation, life will not return to normal for many years.  Some say this fall, some next year and others 2024.  The way we lived for the past 100 years is no more.  Things we have lost: hugs, hanging out, bbqs, sports, concerts, birthday parties, graduations, sailing with friends, going to the movies, going to school, dinner at a nice restaurant, brewpubs, concerts, darts games, dinner parties, travel, large gatherings, bocce with friends, swimming in a pool, going to the beach, brunch, wine tastings, and the list goes on and on and on...   As a friend of mine said recently, "All the fun things in life are no more".

This is not something that is going away anytime soon.  And who is to say it may not happen again and again?  Is this the new normal?  I think back to the Mexican missionaries in the 1700's as they moved north up the California coast.  They would find a nice spot say Monterey/Carmel.  Let's build our mission here and have the local Indians help us build it.  The problem was the same, the Mexicans brought viruses with them that the Indians had no resistance to and the Indians died.  This issue has repeated itself many times in human history. 

So where do we go from here?  It is so depressing to see everyone in masks and everyone avoiding each other.  I am a serious extrovert and this is very difficult.  I owned a very successful event planning company that brought over 150,000 guests and more together for fun events over 27 years, I have taken over 1500 friends and family sailing and have a ton of land-based friends as well. I am still sailing a bit but solo at this time.  It is still amazing out there but the best part of owning a boat is sharing it with friends. 

I know alot of folks are hurting out there and this is going to be a long drawn-out debacle.  It's going to get worse and I hope we get through this and recover.  We have so many people who have no idea how bad this could get.  No one knows.  I hope the best for all of us and we get to the other side soon.

But I had right of way!

Couple O' Vids

Went sailing yesterday to get a break.  Bit of rain on the way out but no big deal.  Floating near TI and the wind comes up quickly. About 10 knots with just a genoa out.  Sailing towards SF and I end up tacking up the city front towards the gate for most of the day.  Soon the wind is up to 20 knots.  We are hitting 8 on the speedo.  Nice tack near Alcatraz and I need to avoid a marker.  No traffic on the bay and I am the only boat as far as I can see.  One of the most relaxing sails ever!  Heading home with lots of wind and I decide to stay out a couple more hours as it is sublime sailing.  It just keeps getting better!

We lost Kona suddenly two weeks ago to cancer.  Being home without a dog is a drag!  We signed up for a new pup as did three other friends (the dogs are all females from the same litter).  We now have 4 new golden retriever pups coming our way end of April.  Our dogs name is Hana after the town in Maui near the Seven Sacred Pools.  One of my favorite spots in the world!  We always name our dogs after favorite places we have visited.  First dog was Sierra, then Kona and now Hana!  Can't wait for our fist sail! 

Kona in the WInd

Last summer at Coyote Hills in Fremont.  We hiked here hundreds of times over the last almost 12 years. He was a wonderful friend and companion as well as my best sailing buddy!

Ode to my First Mate

I could not have asked for a better sailing buddy than Kona, my golden retriever.  He has been sailing with me for the last 11.5 years on the SF Bay.  He has also been my constant companion off the boat.  On Sunday evening, after two day sails with friends, he fainted.  I got him into the berth and he did not move for 30 minutes.  We took him to the vet and an ultrasound revealed he had fluid in his lungs and heart.  He had cancer that had spread and there was nothing to be done.  He passed peacefully on Tuesday. 

He was our second golden and a 1 in a million dog!  He was an amazing friend and companion.  He never got in a fight with other dogs, was very friendly to small children and got compliments where ever we went.  I was approached by many strangers who had to say hello to him.  He was such a special boy.  I will miss him greatly.  His favorite part of the sail was when I anchored and put the kayak in the water so he could swim to the beach.  I love you boy!  You were the best!

Kona at Crater Lake in mid-July 2019.

Ultimate Frisbee

I was an Ultimate player from 79-94 and loved this sport.  I played on a team that practiced at Stanford called SCUM.  It stood for severely crazed ultimate maniacs.  We played most of our games in the Bay Area but also traveled to Santa Barbara, Chico, Honolulu, Santa Cruz and more for tournaments.   Most of my friends were from that team and we are still friends today.  I was out playing Frisbee golf last week with friends from the Bay Area and my oldest friend from the east coast Steve.  They alerted me to a movie on the history of Ultimate.  Called Flatball, you can watch it on Amazon.  Check out the trailer.

Winter Update

Heading into the last week of February, I have been doing some work on the boat and sailing a bunch as well.  The weather has been sunny and 60's with no rain the entire month.  And this is the rainy season.  We have a huge high-pressure system that is pushing the storms north into Oregon and Washington.  I have a friend in southern Oregon and they have not seen the sun in weeks.   With all the great weather on the bay, I have had some fantastic sails.  Winter winds are in the 12-18 range.  I have been getting out twice a week and catching those perfect winds.  Next week I head up to Sausalito for the night and hang out with my best east coast friend, Steve.  It should be a blast.

Had a great New Years on the boat!  Sailed to SF and got a slip at South Beach.  Had 2 friends join me for an epic dinner onboard.  Then we walked to The Chase Center for an NYE with Dead and Co.  Bunch of friends from Woodside were there and we had some fun.  Must have been my 35 show or so.  What a great way to bring in 2020.

We returned last April from our 7 month voyage to Mexico and back to SF.  The boat is finally getting back to her pre voyage self.  I recently took off the solar panels as they were not working.  My inverter/charger got fried in Mexico.  The manufacturer sent me a new one and Tex and I installed it without a hitch.  Now we have the ability to recharge the batts at the dock.  Did not have that luxury for many months, but it all worked out.  Taking her in for bottom paint next month.

Looking forward to another amazing summer on the bay.  This will be my 20th summer on keelboats on the bay.  Lots of amazing sails in that time.

AC - World Series starts this spring!

As you know, the AC has four teams for the 36th iteration of the Cup (NZ, UK and 2 USA teams).  It will take place in NZ in January and Feb. 2021.  Prior to the Cup, the World Series is shaking things up in different locations to promote the next go-round.

2020 ACWS Schedule:
April 23-26 – Cagliari, Italy
June 4-7 – Portsmouth, England
December 17-20 – Auckland, New Zealand

The practice boats are almost 40 feet (12 meters).  The actual AC boats will be 75 feet and can hit 35-40 knots.  Take a look at the weird and wonderful.  Go to the 13 min. mark for the AC boats.

Top Videos of Decade - Outside

I really enjoyed the paraglider as we have featured him on these pages several times.  I always wanted to paraglide...but never did.  Sailing is closer to the ground!

Cool Pics

 Quick sail with John on Road Trip and some 15-knot breezes with a passing front.  Back for a nap and dinner at Paradiso with the family.

That last pic is kinda interesting.  Anybody figure it out?

Kona's favorite moment!

Kona sails with me whenever I go out.  I figure he has been on 800 sails or so.  When I put the kayak in the water, he gets very excited in anticipation for a swim to the beach.  This picture captures the moment perfectly.  Thanks for all the great times Kona!!!

History of Windsurfing - The Movie

I started windsurfing in the early 80's.  I had moved to the Bay Area from Carmel and was driving across the San Mateo Bridge when I saw a windsurfer cruising alongside the bridge.  I had been surfing for the last 12 years and was blown away by the speed this guy was going.  In '84, Peter Conmy lent me his board and I mastered it on the Foster City Lagoon where I lived.  Soon I was heading to Coyote Point on my Bic.  I soon purchased a faster board and was ripping the Delta.  I even started a windsurfing club called Windpower with 20 other like minded folks.  One of the many highlights was a midnight sail with glow sticks on our masts.  Finally, I purchased a high end board made for the bay and I started sailing a few times a week on the bay.  Flying across the water at 20 knots was the highlight of my summer!  Sailing in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge and all the bay traffic really got my heart pumping.  After I started sailing keel boats on the SF Bay in 2000, my windsurfing ended.  But during those great days at 3rd Ave in the 80's & 90's, I was living the windsurfing dream!!

Amazing Time Lapse in Amsterdam

This is a typical Saturday!

How to Surf and Sink a Boat

WSL Surf Awards 2019

If you are interested, here are the nominees.

Mates that Joned Us on the Voyage!

Ed and Yvonne (SB and HMB)
Sue and John
Barry
Lisa (SB and Cabo)
Steve
Andy (SD x 2)
Doug
Chris
Cyn
Tom
Julie
Dan
Connor (SD and PV)
John (SB and PV)
Kendall
Paul
Murray
Dave
Cindy
Kayla
Michael
Carl

Skipper and Mate Start Running into Things During Sex Romp on Luxury Yacht

A deckhand who enjoyed a drunken sex romp with her skipper while sailing a luxury superyacht from Brisbane to the Gold Coast admits she "did the wrong thing".
However, 26-year-old Cheya Handley pleaded not guilty in the Southport Magistrates Court to risking the safety of people on board when she was sailing the 80-foot (25-metre) Crystal Blue on March 3 last year.

The boat's skipper, 46-year-old Jeremy Piggott, has previously pleaded guilty and was fined $4000 for recklessly contravening his duty to ensure safety.
The pair were returning the boat after a charter trip and began drinking before having sex.
"Yeah, I did the wrong thing, drinking on the job. I should have known better, I screwed up big-time," Handley admitted in an interview with a maritime safety inspector played to the court.
"We were chatting, laying down, looking at the stars and then got it on."
The court heard the skipper repositioned one of the yacht's CCTV cameras a number of times throughout the night, so it wouldn't capture him having sex with the stewardess.
While they were "getting it on," the Crystal Blue hit a channel marker at Long Island around 11.20 pm.  Further south at Steiglitz, the vessel struck a moored yacht.

And with that my friends, we award them bonehead move of the month!  And it's only the 3rd of the month!

Amazing Video

Love the Pink Floyd soundtrack!  "One of These Days" from Meddle 1971

Full screen only and crank it up!

The movie "Maiden" is now available to stream on Amazon.  This sailing classic is about the all women team who entered the Whitbread Around the World Race back in the good old days.  They were outcasts in a male dominated race, however, they ended up winning a leg or two of the race.

s/v Nereida

I am up in Victoria, BC on vacation celebrating my birthday with my wife Bridget.  We were on the main drag near the Empress Hotel when I spotted s/v Nereida on the docks below.  Jeanne Socrates just completed a lap around the planet on this fine vessal.  She set the record for the oldest person to go around at 77 years young.  And she is a tiny lady.  It took her 339 days to accomplish this amazing feat.  Congrats to you, Jeanne!!

This was her 4 time to attempt this and she has completed it twice.  On one of her trips, she was 60 miles from completing her lap when her boat crashed into the beach in Mexico.  She is an amazing lady.

Read her last log entry here: https://www.sail-worldcruising.com/news/222245/S-V-Nereida-sails-around-the-world-day-339

And now for something completly different...

Happy summer!

Highlights of the Voyage

We have been back in SF for a couple weeks now and after having time to reflect on the trip, here are some highlights that come to mind:

Departing SF and heading to port outside the Gate was amazing.  The wind was up as were the waves.  We sailed the 20 miles to safe harbor in Half Moon Bay.  Our very first landfall.

Sailing the Cali coast was a dream come true.  I have been up and down Hwy 1 so many times dreaming about being on a boat and here I was heading to Monterey and next, Santa Barbara!

Santa Barbara was delightful.  We spent 3 weeks in and around the harbor as well as extended stays at Santa Cruz Island with friends visiting from the Bay.

We pulled into a tiny anchorage on Santa Cruz and challenged a boat load of other dudes to a game of bocce.  We kicked their butts and laughed so hard for hours.  These guys were a ton of fun.

Painted Cave on Santa Cruz was a huge hit for us and our friends.  The largest sea cave on the planet!

Newport Beach with my friend Barry and his wife took us out for an amazing evening of cruising the waterways and seeing some beautiful waterside homes.

I had never been to Catalina and that was a blast.  We played bocce near the plaza.

San Diego - we could not find a slip due to the Haha.  I ended up calling all the marinas and one got back to me saying they had plenty of space and we could stay for 2 weeks!  We arrive at Fiddler's Cove and it turns out they thought we were military folks and this was a military harbor.  They realized our predicament and their mistake and allowed us to stay a week.  We had a ton of fun and they were all very kind.

My friend from Delaware, Steve, came out for a week and we had an amazing time.   Swimming, Frisbee, 420, bocce, hanging with my son and meeting his cousin for a dinner party.

We had a pretty good sail down the coast of Baja.  The best was from Santa Maria to Cabo with 20 knots of wind.

San Jose del Cabo was a very cool stop.  We hitchhiked back and forth and folks were happy to give us a ride.  What a cool art district with great bars and restaurants.

My sisters and family came down to Cabo for NYE and I took them all for a very relaxing sail along the coast.

Our first real cruising anchorage was off La Pax at an island anchorage.  There were several other boats around and we invited them all to join us for a drink.  We had 2 couples join us for a fun evening of stories and lies!  I am kidding about the stories.  : )

Yelapa in Puerto Vallarta was one of my favorite spots.  In a deep valley and surrounded by green lush hills, it is idyllic.  My son and nephew also visited PV along with John.  We had great sails with them and saw lots of whales breaching.

The trip from PV to Ztown was spectacular.  There were a couple anchorages that really stood out.  One of my favs was Pariso.  Secluded and a small bay inside a bay with a pristine beach right off the boat.  Gorgeous.  We were the only boat there!

Ztown was the highlight.  We had a bunch of friends visit and the town was so cute.  We saw the Guitarfest and fell in love with one guy who played like the late Michael Hedges.  We even went to a private show with him playing his heart out.  The Smernoffs, Paul and Murray, Kendall, Michael and Carl all visited.  Good times indeed!  Grand Island was a place we visited at least 4 times and we always had a ton of fun!

My friends ask, would I do this trip again?  Even tho we had the time of our lives over a 7 month period, I would say no!  Why?  The 2000 mile motor from Ztown to SF took 5 weeks.  It was uphill and against mother nature.  If you are familiar with the west coast wind patterns, you know our winds are generated up north and arrive here mostly from the northwest.  You can't imagine how hard it is to motor against 30 knot winds and 14 foot swells.  Day after day.  Week after week.  For that reason, I won't do it again.

I have been home for 2 weeks now and have seen a bunch of friends and it is so nice to be back.  I will continue to sail the Bay twice a week as well as do more Haha's on other peoples boats and then fly home from Cabo.  I may even do the Puddle Jump across the Pacific but not on my boat.

All in all, the trip, the boat and crew all exceeded my expectations.  I could not be happier at this time.  The boat is waiting for me and I hear her call.  Oh yeah, and I am taking out 10 friends on Cinco de Mayo to celebrate my return as well as go see the races.  We have some foiling cats on the bay that will be approaching 50 knots on the race course!  I am looking forward to alot more chartering in exotic locales as well.  We have the BVI's coming up in 11 months.  Cheerio!

Here is what we will see on Sunday with 6 teams going at it.  SailGP

Trip Pics

Home at Last!

We departed Maz with a run across the Sea of Cortez.  We had a couple days of great sailing all the way to San Jose del Cabo.  We arrived at daybreak and took a nap!  I wanted to show Sean this cute town so off we went to get some food and check out the artwork.  We departed on Wednesday for the famed Baja Bash.  They call it the bash because you are going against the wind and waves and it can be a long slog up the 750 mile coastline.  We topped the fuel off in Cabo and took off.  We would be motoring a lot over the next 9 days.  Our first priority was to make the 400 mile run to Turtle Bay and get fuel.  About 130 miles out of Turtle we hit some big winds and could not make any headway.  We put up some sail and sailed in high winds for the next several hours.  Finally it calmed down and we continued to motor.  Next day we had more of the same and sailed a bit before the winds died for the evening.   We made it to Turtle about 1am.  I had been here many times before on the Haha.  I lingered in the cockpit and reminisced about the good times we had in this beautiful bay.

The next day the fuel guys were at our boat early to fill up our tank and some deck jugs.  We did not have much cash so we waked thru the village to the owners house and put the bill on our credit cards.  We had a nice lunch at Maria’s Restaurant overlooking the bay.  All the guide books give you strategies on when to depart the nortoriously windy cape.  We didn’t listen and took off shortly after noon.  The winds were light and we moved up the coast towards Ensenada.  We had about 270 miles to go.  We arrived in the morning on Wednesday and checked out of the country here.  The town is crazy about micro brews so we headed to the local pub for some fresh suds.  Auga Mala was a place we had been before.  Great views and nice folks.  Then we hit the motherload: Lucky 4.  15 breweries in one spot.  I had a few nice porters and we enjoyed the ocean view. 

We departed at midnight for the 60 mile run to San Diego.  Upon arrival in the US, we are quickly approached by the Coast Guard.  They wanted to know where we were headed.  I told them the police dock for check in.  They allowed us to continue and we arrived about 12noon.  Nice to be back in the USA after 5 months in Mexico.  We checked in with customs and then anchored near the beach at La Playa.  On Saturday, my childhood best friend Andy joined for some drinks at the pool.  He was visiting from Reno. 

We departed a day early as there are some big winds heading our way.  We made to Santa Barbara after a 170 mile motor.  About 20 miles out we were boarded by the coast guard for inspection.  My first in 30 years of sailing.  They were nice and it took about 20 minutes.  We passed!  We will be here for a few days as we have lots of wind heading down the coast.  Saturday looks like our best bet to get around Pt. Conception.  Only 250 miles to go!!

We waited four days for the 30-40 knot winds to die down.   Pt Conception is known as the Cape Horn of California.  In heavy conditions, this can be a very dangerous place.  We departed at midnight and hit the point about 7am.  Very little wind and the conditions were ideal.  Only 200 miles to Monterey.  These were tuff miles and very cold during the night.  We saw winds in the mid 30’s for short periods but mostly 20-25 knots of wind on our nose.  We motored for several days and finally into Monterey.  Had a great lunch at a small Italian place near the boat.  Next day we had a 8am departure for a short run to Santa Cruz.  Arrived about 2 and headed to the local brewery for lunch.  Met a cool guy there and took him for a short sail.  To bed early for the 40 mile run to Half Moon Bay.  Arrived in HMB about 4pm and had dinner with my old friends Ed and Yvonne at Sam’s.

We have 20 miles to go to SF!!!  We took off about 6:30 and we hit our first fog of the entire trip.  We cranked up the radar and made it 6 miles up the coast and the fog cleared.  It was a perfect forecast for our arrival.  10-15 knot winds and sunny and warm.  We arrived under the bridge right about 11am.  It was a cool moment to be back on the bay after being gone for 7 months and 3600 miles!  It was a very warm and sweet ride across the bay.  We arrived safely in Emery Cove about 12 noon. 

I am so happy we did this voyage on this boat with my crew!!  The motor was the true hero!  We sailed only about 20 percent of the time.  The rest was on our trusty Yanmar 56!   We had no breakdowns and no major repairs on our adventure.  We met a few cruisers stuck for weeks at a time waiting for a part.  We had none of that.  The crew we had were awesome and the weather was nothing short of spectacular.   We had about 7 days of waiting for wind, we consumed 568 beers, we motored 678 hours, 24 friends and family visited and we caught one mermaid.  People ask if I will do this trip again?  I answer with, only if I don’t have to bash for 2000 miles into the wind and waves.  That was not fun.  But I believe we had a pretty good run without the truly gnarly conditions.  I hope to be part of the 2019 Baja Haha (my 7^th) but on someone else’s boat. 

With my original plan to sail to Australia, we were going to sell the boat.  Since we sailed her back home, my plan now is to partner the boat out with 3 other sailors.  I have two ready to join and will look for a 3^rd to make it 4 total.  I am looking forward to spending the next 20 years of sailing this amazing sailboat!  I will post some photos over the next few days.

One last note, I have been blogging on this site for over 16 years.  I thought I would be into blogging during the voyage but I was too busy running the boat and crew and having too much fun to worry about writing.  Plus connectivity was not easy with wifi to upload the posts to the internet.  I did not fancy writing long posts on my phone so the blog took a back burner.  Hope you enjoyed our adventure!!

Heading Home

We arrived in in Ixtapa area on the next day and then promptly anchored at Isla Grande.  A cool 3 sided island with beaches at each side.  About a mile away was a croc sanctuary and we had to see it.  The crocs were impressive as was the cold beer.  Nice anchorage and we stayed for a couple days.  Our first visitor was arriving in Zihua so we boogied around the corner to Ztown.  Kendell arrived and was soon swimming off the back of our boat.  We begin to explore this sweet village and find it to be a cute as it is beautiful.  Our friends the Smernoffs arrived the next day and booked a room on the next beach over.  We met them and had a lovely dinner at their beach side hotel.  Next day we started a round of extreme snorkeling with Sean and Kendall.  Kendall is an underwater hockey player.  He has to hold his breath to play the game so needless to say he has amazing breath holding ability!  We would drop them on the rocky coast with big breaking waves and they would find all sorts of caves, swim throughs, spotted rays,  and much more.  We did this on three separate days and Sean loved it.  Tex and I would putter around in circles while they dove.  Had an excellent sail in the afternoon with the Smernoffs and hung out for the sunset. 

The next day we were invited to spend the afternoon at their beach side pool.  They were staying Aura del Mar and it is one cool hotel.  The pool is magnificent as it sits above the restaurant and offers a commanding view of the small bay.  We then head to the suite for a nice relaxing dinner with Dave, Cindy, Kala, Kedall, Sean and Tex.  We also celebrate Dave’s 60^th with the best cheesecake I have ever tasted.  Happy Birthday big guy!

The next day we take them up the coast and motor to Isla Grande for some snorkeling fun and lunch.  We drop off the snorkelers for a romp thru a rocky patch.  This is where they see the Spotted Rays.  We have a relaxing afternoon on the beach and everyone gets in the water.  We swam out to the point to catch some waves.

Kendall and the Smernoffs departed and we prepared for our next guests.  Paul and Murray were two of my old boat partners in the Addiction sail boat.  They came down for a short visit and we had a grand time with some sailing and snorkeling.  We also had a visit to Isla Grande with them. 

The Guitarfest at Ztown was next with my bro in law Michael joining us.  We were there for opening night and got a three song introduction from each of the artists.  We loved this guy from Bogata.  Oscar Mendez reminded us of Michael Hedges finger style guitar.  We made reservations for his show the next night.  He was playing in a small hotel pool area.  We gathered for dinner and he put on a grand show.  I moved up towards the stage to get a better view.  Once his set was done, we met him briefly and he said yes he was inspired by Hedges.  I told him that I had met him once in Palo Alto.  He was very impressed.

We saw many other artists and this beach happening is one I would gladly return to.  One last visit to Isla Grande with Michael and our last visitor arrived.  Carl is a sailing buddy from Sauslito.  He had never done ocean passages so he wanted a taste.  We departed Z and headed to Barra de Navidad.  It a 2 day sail that was very routine.  

We love Barra de Navidad, It is a two town beach and we stay at a lovely marina attached to a very romantic hotel on the water.  We get use of the pool and hot tub as well.  Very fun and so relaxing.  We get chores done and head to the pool for lunch and hammock time.  During the evening we head to town and there is a carnival going on.  We met a little boy at the taco stand.  He follows us to the ride area and we buy him a ticket for a fun ride.  He loves it.  We ride the Ferris wheel and he waves.   

 Next up is a run to Tenicatita.  This the most beloved anchorage in all of Mexico.  We arrive in the afternoon and go for a nice sail in the bay.  Winds are 10-12.  We anchor before sundown and enjoy this beautiful place.  What makes it so special is that it can only be reached by boat.  There is a small cantina on the beach and that’s about it.  The cruisers organize activities like walks on the beach, bocce, volleyball and dingy raft up pot lucks.  It is a blast to meet everyone as well. 

Tuesday is a beach day and we head in after lunch and a nap.  There is small gathering and we play some spirited bocce as well as Frisbee golf.  Fun Fun!  Greg makes the shot of the month and wins the tournament. 

We head north and arrive in Puerto Vallarta the next day.  My favorite stop, Yelapa, is ahead and we grab a mooring ball at this lovely spot.  We are surrounded by large mountains on either side of the bay.  We are at the mouth of an ancient river valley.  Palapa restaurants line the bay we sit down for lunch and a cold one.  Sean decides he has to take in a parasail around the bay.  We have a nice game of bocce and call it a day.  We head back to the boat for dinner and rest.

Off to La Cruz the next day and we grab a slip as we need to take care of check in, fuel, provision and water.  Carl checks out on Sunday and heads to town as we will depart on Monday.  We finish up the details and after a quick visit from a cruising friend Shane, we depart for Punta Mita.  This will allow a quick exit of the bay on Tuesday.  We are now headed north towards Mazatlan with and over night in Chamala.

Chamala is as beautiful as advertised.  We head in for some lunch and check out the beach.  We sail for the next couple days to Mazatlan.  We had a shackle break on the jib but we were able to fix it once we reached Mazatlan.  We highly recommend El Cid in Maztown as it is attached to a beautiful hotel on the water.  We depart later today and will head across the Sea of Cortez to San Jose del Cabo.  About 200 mile to arrive on Monday morning.  We are heading north and back to the SF Bay Area.

Hola from Ztown!!

We have landed in Zihuantanejo, our southern most destination. We departed Yelapa and made our way to some of Mexico’s finest anchorages. Pariso and Careyes were spectacular and we had them to ourselves. Then came the most popular anchorage on our voyage. Tenicatita was special indeed. It is a beautiful bay and beach with one cantina on the beach. The only way to get there is by boat. We met a bunch of cruisers and had some beach fun. We watched the Super Bowl in La Manzanilla and that was a blast. Next day we departed for Las Hadas. Beautiful anchorage next the hotel where 10 was filmed way back when. 40 years at that. Next it was a run down the coast 180 miles to Ztown. We arrived on Wednesday the 13th. Nice little town nestled in the hills and a beautiful bay.  Over the next 3 weeks we have 8 visitors hanging out with us. The last week is the International Gypsy Guitarfest. Michael my bro in law will be here for that. Boat and crew are doing great. More updates soon!

New Crew

After spending a few nights in Yelapa with John, our new crew arrived and jumped on board.  We met Shaun from a Craigslist ad.  We headed back to Yelapa for one more night.   Had a great time and the weather was nice.  We headed south and made it to a beautiful anchorage called Pariso.   Nice cove with a small beach and a resort nearby.  We played some bocce and had some fun.  Next it was on to Ceryes.  Another gorgeous spot with several coves and beaches.  Some friends joined us for happy hour in the boat and they gave us a rundown on this little slice of heaven.  Then it was off to Tenicatita.  A cruisers dream of an anchorage.   We set up shop near the beach and headed in for a cold one.  There was a small restaurant and the cruisers were hosting a bocce game.  We did our own thing in the shade.  The next day we headed to La Manzanillo for food and fun.  It was a 2 mile run.  At the beach we relaxed and checked the town.  Friday we set up the volleyball net and got together with some fine folks from the anchorage.  We played some bocce and won one and lost one.  Next day we were off for a jungle cruise in the mangroves.  It’s a two mile run up to the next beach and we had some fun.  Very cool in our dingy.  Super Bowl was great the following day at Palapa Joes. 

Our next stop was awesome.  Barra de Navidad.  We checked  into the marina next to a fine resort.  Turns out we had full access to the resort.  Swimming, hot tubing and some hammock time.  We also checked in with the port captain. Very nice stay and we met some cool folks in the hot tub.  Next up is Las Hadas where they filmed the 1979 movie 10 with Bo Derek.   

Whales, Dolphins and Coconuts

 We have been in Puerto Vallarta for 2 weeks and it has been amazing!  We have caught up with old friends, my sailing buddy John is here, my son and my nephew Dan have visited, and the weather has been sublime.  Our friends Steve and Pat are over in Paradise Village.  We headed over for some cocktails and a true Mexican dinner.  John arrived from Ashland, OR last Wednesday.  He has been staying on the boat in the guest cabin.  The weather is sooo nice!  60’s at night and high 70  to low 80’s during the day.  Water temp close to 80 as well.

With guests in town, we headed to  Sayulita the day.  This is surfing hangout that has turned in to a big tourist town.  We headed straight for the beach and found a table for 5.  Drinks and lunch ensued. The big frustration on a beach like this the is parade of vendors selling everything under the sun.  We must have had well over 100 vendors approach us in 4 hours.  And the weird thing is, nobody is buying!!  Connor (my son) and I headed to a tent with some space music and 2 masseuses.  We had an hour massage that was amazing for $25.  Headed to the beach feeling very mellow.  We took off at 4 to catch the bus back to the boat.  We missed our stop and ended up in Busseria.  Heads to a palapa on the beach and took in the sunset with a marg in hand.  Played Frisbee with some kids and we had a green flash to top it off.  Dinner at the La Cruz Inn and we were happy sailors.  On Saturday the 19th of January,  We took the boys for a romping sail across tithe bay.  We wanted 3 things and we got them all!  Wind, whales and dolphins.  As we took off, we motored for a bit to charge the batts.  We raised sail and we took off in 14 knot winds!  Perfect.  The thing I love about Banderas Bay is that because it is 26 miles wide, you head out on a 3 hour tack and after the only tack of the day, we head back home.  One tack!  It was very relaxing and we had some great convo in the cockpit.  After our tack, Tex announces, “Oh no!”.  I jump and he says there are dolphins ahead.  100’s of dolphins are jumping our way and under the starboard side.  We identified them as Spinner Dolphins as they were much smaller than the Bottlenose we had been seeing.  Next, we came upon 2 whales again of the starboard side.  Everyone was thrilled with the sail and love the sea mammals.

Sunday it was off to explore downtown PV.  We met Tex and Dan at a bar on the river mouth.  It was very nice.  Bocce on their lawn broke out and I won another round against Tex, John and Dan.  We took a walk into town and found Meurtos Brewery.  Had a brew and watched the AFC Playoffs for a bit.  Historic football history was made.  The had never been 2 over time games in the championship series.  Great games both.  We hit up a street taco that was yummy and the stopped in a beautiful church.  Off to find the best mole of the trip at Gabby’s.  Wow it was good.  If you have never tried the mole, please be my guest and get ready for a treat if you like chocolate.  Today we are off to Yelapa with John.  He and I have done 2 Haha’s together as well as several trips on the SF bay.  We have day sailed over 75 times together.  So an adventure was afoot.  Yelapa is 16 miles south of us.  It is a deep mountain valley with a beautiful bay at its feet.  The only sway to get there is by boat.  If you need to get into town, there is mule service available.  It’s such a cool cove!  Lot’s of tourists during the day and then we have the place to ourselves.  Looking forward to a couple nights here if the waves are coming.  Will send another update soon!  Over and out from Team Aquarius.

Collision at Sea

Tex and I both flew back to the Bay Area for the holidays.  I returned with with my two sisters and families on the 27th.  My wife made arrangements for us to stay it’s a beautiful resort called Secrets.  About a mile from the marina.We did a couple sails and

they were very nice and mellow.  We celebrated the New Year with a fine meal and some French Champagne.  Also played a round of golf at the hotel course which was a real treat.  On the 2nd of January, my family flew home and Tex arrived.  We have a passage to Mazatlan plnned the next day.  It’s about a 240 mile passage.  The morning came and we took off about 10:30.  The wind was up and blowing hard.  We got out of the marina and raised both sails.  The wind kept building and soon we pulled the jib in and went with just the main.  A big powerful sail.  Once clear off the cape, the winds and seas built event more.  20- 23 knots was the norm and the waves were big.  Should we turn back?  It was very evident that we could not continue towards Mazatlan as I we would be fighting into 8-10 foot seas.  We fell off and looked down the line.  Dead ahead is Puerto Vallarta.  We decided to abort and head to PV.  It would be a 300 mile passage.  We shortened our watches and it worked like a charm.  During my last 1-4am watch, , a bright light appeared ahead.  It looked like a light on a mast of a sailboat.  This light indicates that the vessel is under motor.  I look again and it is headed for us.  I was about to wake Tex up when I thought what if that is not a motor light.  I whipped out my Star Walk app and sure enough it was Venus coming over the horizon.  Collision avoided!  We reached the outer tip of Puerto Vallarta after a 50 hour sail.  We anchored at the lovely Puna Mita and settled in.  On Sunday, we motored over close to the beach and went ashore for the first time in 3 days.  We had a beer and Tex met up with a friend from Tinder.  Nice gal.  We headed back for a nap and dinner.  Next morning we were off to Yelapa.  We had some decent winds too get us there.  As we pulled in a panga approached and told us he had a mooring ball for us.  We hooked in and those winds had kicked up some waves and it was a very folly anchorage.  We headed into the beach and made a glorious landing that put us both in the water briefly.  Oh well.  We headed over to a beachside restaurant and a bocce game broke out.  We even had the waiter play a game with us in the sand.  I prevailed and won another best of 3.  Hit the hay early and we took off the next day before 9:30 as the boat was rocking.  Hit some nice bays down the coast as well as Los Arcos but it was very busy with lots of other boats.  Motored
to La Cruz in a few hours and set our anchor among 25 other boats.  We will be here for a couple weeks as we explore the bay and wait for our friends and family to show.  All is well aboard Aquarius!