Southward Bound Again We were once again on passage, New Life moving steadily through the South Pacific swells. The leg we had just started on was taking us south from the volcanic peaks of the… Crossing Oceans under the Southern Cross
It had crept up on us quicker than we thought it would. Our mid-April departure still seemed weeks away. At PV Sailing’s weekly briefing, Mike announced the weather window for those ready to go but our… Today’s the day
Cold Northerlies, whale sightings, and sailors’ gatherings are perhaps the memories that will remain from our winter cruise from the deserts in the north of the Sea of Cortez to the tropical shores of Banderas… A Thousand Miles Down the Coast of Mexico
Again and again the big whales launched themselves high out of the water to come crashing down. Whether it was to dislodge parasites or just for fun, for us it was a fitting goodbye from… Farewell to the Sea of Cortez
Maybe today is our real departure, sailing south from Santa Rosalia after three years in the Sea of Cortez. Heading out of Puerto Penasco just ahead of New Year’s had been more a hasty escape… For real now?
And we are on our way. After spending most of the year in boatyards, it felt like a bit on an anticlimax to leave the marina and see Puerto Penasco recede into the distance. I… Heading South
Pacific Crossing Prep: Balancing Boatwork and Big Dreams in Puerto Peñasco The air here in the Puerto Peñasco boatyards sometimes seems to taste of a mix of bottom paint, diesel residue, and desert dust. Overlaid… Pacific Crossing Prep: Balancing Boatwork and Big Dreams in Puerto Peñasco
We are doing 6.5 knots motor sailing and should get to Dog Bay before midnight. A warm Westerly is pushing us along with the full Genoa and the un-reefed mainsail up. This is our third… Dog Bay by Midnight
Back in the water after 7 months of what seemed a neverending refit in the boatyard. Where do I start? We completely disassembled New Life and put her back together again, enrolled Nico in a… Back in the water!
As the plane descended, the sun was setting in the Sea of Cortez, silhouetting San Carlos and the harbour of Guaymas where New Life was waiting for us in Gabriel’s boatyard.