Los Angeles
March 9th, Ron and I depart La Paz where we had left Marlow 10 months earlier for repairs after being humbled around Cape Falso. We're off to Cabo to pick up Middleton and Manning and then around Falso and on our way home to Los Angeles. (photo credit: Kat)
We get lucky with the weather around Falso at dawn and then spend two days and nights sailing past Madalegna Bay to the mainland coast. First taste of the Baja Bash is cold spray in your face.
Ron grilling steaks off Ascencion given to us by our sweet neighbor Kat in La Paz, after traversing two notorious capes and two 150nm bays with no place to stop in between. We deserve a small reward.
Venus rising at dawn over a familiar profile aboard Marlow. The moon waxed full lighting our way with whales, dolphin and sea lions along for the ride.
Marlow anchored in Turtle Bay, halfway home. We eat shrimp at Enrique's who sells us more fuel. The weather says stay two days but this is a one-day town so we restlessly depart in the morning to cross Keller Channel in the afternoon, precisely what the book says not to do.
Seriously questionable judgment exhibited here in Turtle Bay, I am slightly less flattered to be trusted as captain.
Seasonal fish camp at dusk seen from anchorage in southwest corner of desolate Cedros Island after 25-30kts winds and steep 8 foot seas during the day across Keller Channel. It may not look like much but I am ready to move here if I never have to go to sea again.
Fresh baked bread will in fact stave off mutiny
March 22nd, Point Vicente light in our hometown of Palos Verdes in the South Bay of Los Angeles at dawn, 1000nm from La Paz. Ron and I sing along to Two of Us. We are buoyant.
Finished our business one year later and on our father's 95th birthday. Thank you 20 year veterans of Marlow John Middleton and Manning Maxwell for helping us navigate the Baja Bash, and thank you Jimmy Ioberg, Rob Cross and the team at Marina de La Paz for taking such good care of Marlow for the journey home!!