1000 days...

As we like to say on Misty, "every day is a thousand days," and truer words were never spoken! So please excuse the cursury list of events that I lay down here. We simply haven´t had time to record the vast number of experiences we have had.

Since leaving San Diego, we made a quick stop in Ensenada to check into the country and buy a tortilla press, sleeping tied up to a rickety dock across from a very loud Sea Lion Colony. We headed out with our sister ship, the Nordic V, and Hornsby caught and bluggened our first fish, a black tuna, at the same moment when our Chartplotter died. We followed the lights of our friends over night and pulled into San Quintin the following day and ran aground as a mocking grey whale calf breached not 40 yards from our boat, but were quickly saved by a passing panga who pulled us off the sand and back into the narrow shifting channel. Safely anchored, we spent some time with our new friends that evening, only to find ourselves under the power of our row-boat captain, Sharkfoot, in a 3 knot tidal current and 20 knots of head wind for the most epic 200 meter paddle of 2010!

We rode out a series of storms in San Quintin, the worst they´d had in a long while and ventured into town as we waited for the swell to die down on the open ocean, only to find ourselves marching back toward our dingy well after dark because the roads had all been washed out.

We left the bay in a convoy of friends, headed for Mag Bay, and had two days of glorious sailing before the wind died and our brand new propeller strut failed! Thanks to our sister ship, we ended up in Turtle bay where we have spent the last two days making the repair which has involved everything from diving with lobster fisherman to find an essential piece that was dropped into 20 feet of water with zero visibility, to hauling the aft end of our boat out on a fishing boat using a block and tackle and a whole lot of people. Needless to say, the three girls on the sailboat who do underwater repairs on their boat which would normally call for a full haul-out have become quite the attraction. We find ourselves being circled by fisherman and locals everyday who swing by for a glimpse of what´s going on.

The stories and experiences, the highs and lows, and the incredible overwhelming feeling we have of blessing and gratitude pale in comparison to these short paragraphs. It will take us several days (or several thousand) to give the adventure the credit due, but the tide waits for no man and we are headed out this afternoon for Mag Bay.

Until then, several thousand days of new adventure await!