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Merry Christmas… and Merry Everything Else!

10 Days to ChristmasChristmas. It’s always been my favorite of most favorite times of the year. Even when my parents were in their early years of separation and divorce, and it meant spending hours (often alone) traveling between Montreal and Ottawa either by train or bus: it was my favorite time of the year.

What’s not great about it? Everybody starts feeling warm and happy, they talk about gratitude, sharing, love, etc. It’s amazing, even if you don’t believe in the Baby Jesus. However things have changed. It’s now not fully acceptable to wish people merry christmas (hence the lack of caps), and I get it. Being myself a minority, I totally get it. To my catholic friends, and family – I’ll always wish them the best of Christmases. Or Joyeux Noël

To everybody else, take it as you wish, as long as you’re happy and surrounded by loved ones. Then again, I wish you that all year round. So, happy end of year, hope the next ones to come just keep getting better.

Oh yeah, and that above is kinda my 10-Days to Christmas Calendar. Baby Jesus has been on our side, since everything has gone rather smoothly so far, knock on wood (softly rapping my own head). The worst is yet to come. We are currently in Turtle Bay, the northbound crossing of Cedros, the island north of when my red lines end, is what I call The Mexican Bermuda Triangle. This is where I’ve seen the worst of the worst in terms of sailing conditions ever.

Tomorrow, when businesses will re-open we shall fill up with fuel, buy food, as we’ll generally take a full day’s rest today. I have everything needed to bake a lovely tuna casserole. How traditional!

Oh and do try to hang out near the mistletoe, I’m sure somebody somewhere has been wanting to steal a kiss from you… *smack*


Leaving Turtle Bay: Baja Bash Part 2

A very welcoming sight indeed.

I was loaded with apprehension for this leg of the journey. Our books warn us of the two key areas famous for their crazy winds. One is just out of Turtle Bay to the north and the other is north of (Eeeek!) Cedros Island. (Remember my Perfect Storm story from when we sailed south here?)

Our wind and wave charts warned us of a blob north of Cedros. If we timed it right, we’d be crossing that area after it would be gone (where to? don’t know, but gone).

Cedros is a rather long island when you’re following it by sail at 5 knots. It took us over 3 hours to make our way from the south end to the north. The closer we made our way up there: the more my apprehension grew. The skies ahead looked nasty, and the waters were white capping. That meant winds picked up beyond 12 knots.

We’d heard of the washing machine effect but had no clue as to what it really felt like. Waves had no order, they came from all sides and our wind needle kept spinning around and around. But it was really fine until we crossed the line.

Waves head on at 6 feet. Winds over 25 knots. White caps everywhere. Have I mentioned my apprehension? “Let’s keep moving forward, maybe it’s better once we’re clear ahead of the island” he suggests. Ooooohkaaaayyyy. In the meantime I’m white knuckling it holding on the the handrails ready to run down for cover.

I know as long as I’m willing to sit up there ready to help out – my fear is under control. My fear is under control. (If I repeat it, it will come true) Ha. Now the motor is blasting full force and we’re barely moving. The mast is vibrating under the strong winds. But, my fear is still under control. “I think we’re just wasting fuel!” That may have been the triggering comment. He replied with a “Hang on, we’re turning around!” Hang on? I’m already in a white-knuckle-hold, how can I hold on more than that? So I wrap my legs around the handrail.

Turning a sailboat in 6′ waves head on means that at one point those nasty waves will hit you from the side. Not fun.


What took us 30 minutes against wind and waves, took us but 10 in the other direction. Whooo, what a ride! Luckily we’d marked our anchorage from the last time we took refuge at the exact same spot. Once we got there, it was like being in a different country, time zone, area code, zip code, and season. The water was flat calm, no wind, and dolphins were doing their world famous dolphin dives all around us. One could easily believe it would be safe to head back out… But we weren’t fooled.

He’s the guilty one of laughing at Leo.

I was down below, doing whatever when suddenly the seals started barking faster, louder and with more excitement. I climbed up to find Leo peeing over the side of the boat. “I wanted to see what the excitement was all about. They’re not barking, they’re laughing!” “Hey, that’s not nice!” “Don’t get mad at me, I’m not the one who’s laughing…”

We spent the night safely anchored. The next morning we tried it again. This time the sea looked calm, and the winds appeared fine. Problem was with the sky. It was dark and grey in the direction where we wanted to go. But we didn’t know that until we made our way up to the northern tip.

Can’t wait to be in the middle of THAT!

Yeah… That apprehension came rushing back. Of course I climbed down to get my camera “I should keep a record of this so we’ll know we knew we shouldn’t have tried this. Yet.”

Kool kelp shot.

He didn’t think my joke was funny. Instead he turned the boat around and returned to our safe anchorage. Until our 3rd attempt to put Cedros Island behind us we decided since my family may be worrying about us we may as well make the most of it: we went for a dive! It was a fun one too: yay!

After leaving Cedros, we anchored twice before getting to Ensenada. The first time was by Geronimo, an island that – trust me – looked like a perfect setting for a clam chowder commercial. Our second nightly stop was by St-Marten, another island. As we huddled and watched Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (awesome movie but read the book, trust me) the winds from hell suddenly broke out. Our GPS indicated a speed of 1.4 knots. Yet we were anchored. ANCHORED! My post is already teetering in the way-too-many-word-count to venture into explaining why that happened.

Sorry. I know you’re dying to find out why.

Still cloudy with a chance of meatballs. We took our chances and headed out to this beautiful sunset.

Conclusions of this entire post are:

  1. Fearing I’d have numerous worried emails from my family asking why they hadn’t heard about me as I was 2 days late in reporting my arrival to find no frantic queries in my inbox. Where is the love? Muwah!
  2. Arriving early enough in Ensenada hoping I’d get to San Diego in time to join the Derby Dolls in the SD Pride Parade only to learn our boat couldn’t be hauled out for painting before Monday, 4-day process, meaning I’d miss out on the much anticipated parade. (long enough sentence for ya?)
  3. Do not travel by sea during your menstrual period. Period. You will be much less tolerant to every movement. And feel nasty as the result of these endless movements.
  4. I have an undying love of dolphins.
  5. I am way behind in my blog reading.
  6. I am somehow uncertain in regards to proper spelling of directions, do they require capitals? Is it North, or north?
Mysterious huge blobs of something behind us.

p.s. As we were crossing Mexico’s Bermuda Triangle I spotted this on the radar screen. Leo was taking a much needed and deserved nap. I was on watch. It was my responsibility to be responsible and do what needed to be done. Responsibly, of course. The more I stared at the screen, the more they closed in on us. Looking outside and knowing there was NO land within 50 miles or more, I worried. I ran back down to look and stare at the radar screen. Seeing the blobs increase in size, I worried more. Running back up to look out with the binoculars and thinking this is just the kind of setting where large devils approach their prey as we sit in the movie theater screaming out “Stupid bitch, don’t you know the devil is looming, go grab your cross and pray to the baby Jesus!” So I run back downstairs. Look at the screen and know with certainty I need to wake Leo up. His knuckles are tightly shut. His lips are fluttering. His eyeballs are moving all over the place under his lids. He barely slept at all in the last 24 hours. I shake him about 10 times. I’m about to slap him across the face when his eyes start to open. I scream at him about the blobs moving in. He stares at me. “What the hell are you talking about? I need to sleep!” I show him the radar screen. He falls back asleep. Like the mysterious Caramilk secret and how many licks to the middle of a Tootsie Pop, the world will never know what those blobs were. I am still alive. And nobody is concerned. Muwah.  ツ

Seventy-eight Straight Hours

We left Cabo San Lucas Monday morning. Seventy-eight straight hours later we anchored at the halfway point in Turtle Bay. Our intention was to anchor mid-way (between Cabo and Turtle Bay) but the sea was so calm we decided to take advantage of it. You never know what the next day will bring…

Seventy-eight straight hours.

I finished one book. Read a second one. Then started in on a 3rd one. I’m halfway done on that one. Avid reader you think? I also now have 5 posts ready for posting!

Seventy-eight straight hours.

I took pictures of my reflexion in the water, captured dolphins on film, took pictures of the moon at night above silvery waters, took pictures of the sunset and the sunrise. I even took pictures of myself making weird faces trying out different attitudes. I look silly when I try to look arrogant.

Seventy-eight straight hours.

And now we’re anchored in Turtle Bay. I’d take pictures of this place but it’s a depressing little village. It’s cold. Once we full up with fuel (we’re empty, or very close to it), stock up and confirm the weather is good for take off – we’ll be taking off!

Here’s some of my pictures from the past seventy-eight straight hours.

Avoid getting trapped in their nets!
Can you see my self doubt?
Dolphin duo in a fake crayon look… ツ
I had the moon to my left just as to my right was…
A sunrise!