We left Bahia Santa Maria and started our third leg with the rest of the fleet at 6 a.m. in the morning. There was a minor rush about the boat as we thought we had accidentally overslept! We poked our heads out and saw that the majority of the fleet was already moving towards the starting line! We quickly got things situated, picked up anchor, and followed suit. The forecast for this leg was going to be quite light. With the lack of wind we once again turned on the dinosaur juice and thought about raising Simon despite the fluky conditions.
(What could go wrong?) What went wrong happened within what seemed like minutes of releasing Simon from his sock. The lack of wind caused him to flutter and with the luck we had been having with the rest of our sails, can you guess what happened next? Simon got stuck. An assortment of swearing continued as we turned the boat looking for some wind to help set Simon free. We watched, once again, as the cotter pin on our spreader tore a small long tear in yet another perfectly good sail. We put Simon away in an angry rage, and sat in the cockpit fuming, rehashing the whole controversy for why we decided against putting the spreader boots back on the spreaders in the first place. We hoped to avoid trapping salt under the boots against the rigging in order to prevent corrosion. Corrosion on the rigging or torn sails, we contemplated which poison was worse.
Lifting our mood with a little fishing seemed like the next best thing to do. We grabbed the gear and threw out the meat line. We both sat staring at it. The directions for this bungee cord set up made it seem like we’d catch a fish before we’d know what to do with it! This is dumb we thought, so we decided to busy ourselves with other things. Grant wanted to try hoisting the SSB antenna again. We hoisted it up using the spinnaker halyard. Shortly after, it broke leaving the majority of the antenna, and our halyard stuck at the very top of the mast. Again?! The bright side was it was completely out of the way so we pulled the halyard tight and cleated it off.
We were both annoyed, so we decided to check the fishing line. “Is there something there?” I asked squinting at the end of the line. “Looks like kelp.” We pulled it in and discovered we had a fish! “Oh, we caught one!” I shrieked and clapped. We were so excited we weren’t sure what to do next! First, what kind of fish is this? Our guidebook had us stuck between a skipjack tuna and a little tunny (tuna). Either way it was a tuna. All tuna has to be good, right?
I took the fish down below to continue with its carving. Let’s see what you’ve been eating for dinner fishy! I sliced open its belly and reviled the contents. Ewe! Then, to the best of my crippled ability (it was my first carving) I cut fillets, wrapped them in paper and put them in plastic zip locks inside the coldest part of our refrigerator. We decided to hail our friends on Cake to see if they knew anything about the fish we had caught. We were advised that if this fish was a skipjack not to eat it if we ever wanted to like fish again. Darn! I remembered Sea Otter’s crew saying they had also caught a mysterious fish (possible skipjack) and after filleting it and cooking it, something just didn’t taste right.
As a crew of two doing a long passage together there are times when life is not always a cushy fairytale. What am I saying? Even other boats with two and three crew reported moments of utter annoyance. Varying conditions, repairs, responsibilities and lack of sleep can make both a captain and crew cranky. Later that evening, we had one of those moments that resulted in me throwing some what of a minor temper tantrum. “And, to top it all off, we can’t even catch the right kind of fish!” was how I ended my rant. All of a sudden the engine started making a series of erratic noises. The RPMs were dropping erratically as if the engine was about to die. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” I yelled, “I take it all back! I love this boat! Thank you for this boat!”
We did some troubleshooting and thought that maybe there was air in the fuel line. But, after all of the apologizing I did to the boat, the problem did not reoccur. The rest of the leg we had conversations about all of the positive things that went right and how we were blessed to have the boat we have. Maluhia is a sturdy well built boat, and she has taken good care of us. So what if we tore her sails, we repaired them and they look great! So what if we didn’t catch the right kind of fish. What’s a skipjack good for anyway? It’s just canned tuna! It was Maluhia’s (and our) first consecutive multiple day passage. Of course there will be some bugs, but we will get it all straightened out.
That night during our watches the stars filled the peaceful night sky and we observed a multitude of shooting stars that would ping across the sky in all directions. It was a gorgeous sight, not to mention it was warm! The wind filled and we were able to sail engineless for the majority of the night! A glorious feeling! The next morning there was no wind, and the water was completely flat. We were floating on a mirror of water so we turned on the dinosaur juice.
With the calmness surrounding this very restful passage, as we neared Cabo San Lucas the morning check in was a little more quiet. There was one boat requesting assistance with additional fuel and vessel who indicated they could come to their aide. How do you transfer fuel to another boat while sailing in the Pacific? (check out the photo here along with a ton of other ha ha shots) Another boat had a transmission failure that would only allow them motor in reverse. They ended up having to motor in reverse all the way into the harbor and to the marina in Cabo! Not fun!
We arrived at Cabo San Lucas on our four year wedding anniversary, found a wonderful spot to anchor and took a water taxi in to grab a celebratory dinner! Did we ever imagine celebrating our four year wedding anniversary in Cabo? Nope! Did we have a clue we’d actually sail to get there? Not a chance! That night we danced our booties off with the rest of the fleet at Squid Row to celebrate our arrival in Cabo! We met up with old friends Four Choices, Winterhawk, Cake, Sea Otter, Woodwind One, and Moments. We just brought the boat 925 miles down the coast from Ventura, California, to Catalina, San Diego and now Cabo San Lucas, and we all felt proud of our accomplishment!