We had a short weather window, and decided to run with it and travel the 80 miles up to Bahia San Francisquito. We left beautiful Santa Rosalia at around 22.00, you see we had to have one last tacos; we confess we are getting addicted to those!! Nothing beats words by mouth so if you feel like treating yourselves to one of those deliciousness they are located between “ISSTE” and the bakery; they are to die for.
We pulled out of Santa Rosalia just a few minutes ahead of the ferry and we passed the pangas lined up just outside the breakwater. We were aware of the convection on the mainland, and got treated to a beautiful light show for most of the night. The winds came up and we were making 7-8 knots over the ground in the middle of the night, the storms lightening intensified on both side and the wind gusted to 20 knots. Let’s just say that we were all in tune with Letitgo and its environment, then again this is what we like and why we are here, not too motor up, but sail up. *Side note for Emma: It reminded Dad of your San Francisco sail, the one with 25 knots*
It all continued until 6.00 in the morning, then it relaxed a bit, though we were still making a pretty good speed with a sustained 3-4 knots we were happy. As we got closer the tide did change, with the wind just on our butt, fluky in direction and a confused sea, it made for a rather interesting last couple of hours. With ten knots of wind, Letitgo was only going 1.2 over the ground, who says we can’t feel the big tide effect already? It felt as though San Francisquito was the unreachable destination. Just to give you an idea as we turned the corner inside the bay, we put on speed instantly to 5 knots in 12 knots wind, needless to say a rapid change!
Nothing ever goes smoothly though, and in the middle of this we got a little wrapped up, for that story you will have to get it out of Valerie… Let’s just say that 150 kg monofilament
line finished all bundled up around a prop… This took a while to take off once we arrived at anchor! And it also means that while anchoring we could only used one engine, thankfully our training paid off even if it made for a rather suspicious ar
rival: Our poor neighbour must have wondered what kind of technique we were using… Oh well!