We just had one of the most memorable Thanksgiving dinners. We were halfway across the Sea of Cortez
, bound for Mazatlan. My wife made ham, mashed potatos, peas and her grandmother's cole slaw and green bean casserole. Cranberry sauce of course and she finished up with a pumpkin pie she baked at dawn.
We hadn't seen another yacht since La Paz
and were feeling very much like we were alone at sea. It was great. We opened a special bottle of Zinfandel from our cellar. Later, we stopped the boat for a swim. And some dolphins
came to join in. I guess I'm not doing a very good job of explaining why it was magic.
Since Charlie started this thread, I would suggest that he check the blog. Follow the links from www.sailingflamenco.com
Regards to all,