Thursday, February 13, 2014
Heading south from Mazatlan was a long overnighter to Chacala. We buddy boated with Wastrel and had a fine time.
The special was shrimp stuffed fish wrapped with bacon and covered with cheese. I couldn't quite figure out what this was supposed to be, maybe a lobster with olive eyes and shrimp tail? When the waiter cleared my plate he said, so you liked the "raton" it was fashioned to look like a mouse.
|Wastrel flying all her sails|
|Chacala can be a rolly anchorage so most people anchor bow and stern. Marcus putting out the stern anchor.|
This family sold crafts out of the back of Dad's truck and on the beach.
|190 feet with an A frame mast design|
Greenpeace came to Mazatlan for a few days. We took a tour, amazing. Built specifically for Greenpeace at a cost of over $30 Million Dollars.
|We were already had a pretty good grasp of solar usage and the many options available.|
|Plenty of room for multiple chefs!|
|Bedrooms are located directly off of this large living area.|
|Main bathroom, the oversized shower had a tile mosaic of a parrot.|
|All these lovely vegetables for 53 pesos, about $4|
|We finally met up with Bay Area Shamanes again.|
Monday, January 6, 2014
Left San Carlos around 10am in the company of 3 other boats heading across the sea to Puerto Escondido, or La Paz. An uneventful 24hour motorboat ride to Puerto Escondido, stayed 2 days, then headed back across the sea to Mazatlan, 309 miles, should take 3 days. Took off around noon and started sailing right away, the sea was pretty lumpy/rolly, but the forecast said it should be smoothing out right about now. I thought I had my sea legs under me, but I was wrong. The sea did not smooth out, the boat would sail along for a bit with a little side to side roll, then suddenly it would veer wildly through the waves. Pretty quickly we had the few things not stowed properly tied down, but you could hear cans in the bilge sliding back and forth, never heard that before!!
I got sick. Not violently ill, but pretty much useless, sleeping on and off for 24 hours. Poor Marcus didn't get much in the way of relief at the helm. The good news was, we sailed for 24 hours, the bad news was I still wasn't up to being much help the second day either. In my already dark mood, this was just not good. If I could have gotten off the boat I would have. UG By the 3rd day I finally felt good again and started to enjoy the trip. I'm sure being less than a day away from land and one of my favorite cities may have had something to do with my improved mood.
About 6pm the last day, we realized we were going to arrive in Mazatlan around 2am, and we sure didn't want to negotiate the narrow channel going into the marina at that hour. We could anchor out at Isla Venados, or we could just drift for a few hours. The sea was flat and calm with a just a breath of wind, so we put up the gib (small sail in the front) and just ghosted along at 1 ½ knots for four hours. About 2am we fired up the motor and headed to Mazatlan, arriving as the sun came up. We pulled into a slip, and went below for an early morning nap.