The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
Passage from San Carlos to La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Passages are dreamyMarcus got this cool shot enroute from San Carlos to La Cruz.El Capitan knows his diesel engine! Troubleshooting on the way in to PV. (bleeding the engine).We never go too hungry! Huevos y Horchata para desayunoAnchorage at Isla Isabel – first time we stopped moving (relatively) in 4 days. The Captain relaxes.the frigate perched on roca blanca white with her own shit has no illusions, about the garden of Eden the sea lions have plenty to say about that, too – life is hard work (MS)Chaucy rock on Los Monas off Isla IsabelMagnificent Frigatebirds, Brown Boobies, Masked Boobies, Blue Footed Boobies, (so many boobies!), various Terns and Northern Gannets. We had both sets of binocs and our Peterson Guide working.Marina Riviera Nayarit, La Cruz. We’re leaving on the 12th of May, one month after arriving here! Time flies when you’re trying to get a Yanmar guy with a diagnostic tool.Bummer of a trajectory for this little guyYou never know what lands on deckCan you say ‘heart attack?’ This is what our banana bread became.La Cruz, PV. We sailed almost the entire way and had to end the run with this ignominious tow when the engine wouldn’t start.
