In 93 I was #141 in the Baja
Haha, or maybe #142? I single-handed from S.F. Ca. to Cabo as a rookie. I had for 18 months taken Frolic out in every weather
nearly the bay threw at me week in & week out. We all know how it is when people don't show up for a sail. At first I would sit on the boat & eat my lunch alone.
Soon I tired of that, so I started going out alone. I would practice gybing for hours in 30+ knot
winds. I would practice changing head sails
for the sole knowledge of becoming efficient. I studied the current
& tide diligently. I read everything I could find, and most if was of mayhem & destruction.
Eventually I left alone thinking I was prepared. The bay is a hard knocks school
, but the ocean will beat you down with a club. I had a lot of second thoughts going out the Gate the day before Thanksgiving, and some of it was FEAR. What I feared most was to stay on the bay, and not explore.
I learned a lot on that trip to Cabo. I sailed around Point Conception in 50+ mph winds with a scrap of cloth. One day I did 139 miles with a dbl reef, and a 135 headsail. That was sweet! I was later thrown across the salon
, and had my head
split open. When I pulled in to Turtle Bay several peoples eyes went wide seeing the scab on my head
Once again farther south I was thrown off the boat, and drug back up onto the boat before I hit the water
by my harness. This left me stuck in one position for nearly a day. My back really hurt. All of this due to my autopilot
I made it to Cabo, and eventually sailed to PV with my wife. A year later I sailed back to Cabo with a friend. I was divorced by then. I ran into some problems, so I left the boat to later return.
Again I was alone, and left Cabo. About 20 miles out the new autopilot
once again stopped. I thought I could hand steer to Magdellena, and fix the auto. I was on a mission to get home. I steered for nearly 2 days, and on approaching Mag Bay I fell asleep. The surf woke me in time to keep me safe.
I couldn't fix the a.p., so I headed back to Cabo steering
by hand. This time it was easy I wasn't beating into 20-25 knots of wind
. There was practically no wind
at all, and I could tie off the tiller to cook, and nap.
I flew home, and months later returned with 2 friends. Again the a.p. died leaving Cabo. I was willing to turn back, but my friends said no. We lost
at Mag Bay, but continued on. We got as far as San Quintin, and my friends needed to return home. We all caught a bus to San Diego
, and I returned to Frolic with a head gasket
, and various parts
. Motoring, and I was off once again.
I made it to San Diego
, and I myself ran out of time. I left the boat there to return several months later, and got her to L.A. Once again leaving her for a month I returned getting her to Santa Barbara.
Several months later I returned. I motored out of S.B., and I swear Frolic could smell home. We rounded Point Conception once again. Only the seas were flat, and a pair of dolphins
came to frolic with Frolic. There wasn't a zephyr of wind between S.B. & S.F. as we motored along. After 52 hours of motoring out of S.B. we went under the Golden Gate. It was dusk, and the western sky was becoming a beautiful red sunset.
As we approached the east side of the bridge. I went to the bow, and started dancing
. I took pictures of my thumb up, and the bridge in the background. I whooped, and hollered as my eyes filled with tears of joy. WE WERE HOME! All those tourist looking down at me from the bridge must have thought me mad.
13 years ago today. It seems like an eternity at times. Sometimes it feels as though it was last week. Halloween always means for me those minutes of dancing on the bow, and thanking those who mentally supported me.
Next to seeing my son at his birth was healthy. This was the second happiest moment of my life. I have known from that moment on. That that trip would just be the beginning
:cubalibre......i2f....HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!
1) Frolic & I going under the gate about to turn left
2) The dolphins
on my return at Point Conception
3) Frolic in Puerta Vallarta with my ex at the shrouds
4) Imagine doing 12knots with the wind on the quarter 2 years ago off of the Florida
coast with dolphions dancing at her bows