We leave Ensenada early Friday morning with clam seas and no wind. As we are leaveing the bay we see a US coast guard boat on patrol. Strange seeing them 65 miles south of the border. We have a very uneventful trip up the coast untill we are about 25 miles from the border. We are cruiseing along and we see a group of dolphins jumping in our bow wake. I go to the front of the boat and take lots of pictures as the jumped and played. They stayed there most of the rest of the trip up. As we entered US waters we noticed LOTS of navy activity. 2 wars ships, several helicopters and we heard a sub talking on the radio. As we entered the entrance to the harbor we found the sub being escorted by a tugboat and a port security boat with a large machine gun on the front. Very Cool!!! We found our way to the customs dock and checked back into the US. On our way to dinner I talked to Cheryl and found out the bad news from back home. The garage was about to flood. Later that night the barn and garage flooded and Cheryl had to work he butt off to get all the critters to safety. We decided that I needed to get home ASAP. I headed to the airport the next morning and have been cleaning up ever since. Thanks for reading my blog. This leg of my adventure is over, but I will be back on the Triton soon enough. Thanks Robb!!!

So we said goodbye to our new friends and headed out towards turtle bay where we can get enough fuel for the rest of the trip. Everything was going good untill I noticed a strange blip on the radar. I watched as it got closer and closer, but I could not see any other boats out. It was dark and getting colder. It was then I realized we were about to hit a big storm. I work Robb up to let him know what was going on. We shut all the hatches and made sure that everything was tied down well. We hit the storm and it rained hard for about 30 min. No big winds, no raging seas. We some how skirted the edge of the storm with no ill effects. We made it to turtle bay around 3AM and found the Fuel boat Anabelle. Now Robb is no linguist, and he will fully admit to not having a great grasp on the Spanish language but he tries hard. So first Robb wants to make sure the fuel pump meter is correct. He fills one can and looks at the meter. The meter says 24L and we have a 20L can. Robb is not happy and tries to tell the fuel guy that the meter is not right. As you can guess fuel guy does not like this. So they go back and forth in broken english until Robb notices he filled the can over the fill line. We fill another can and low and behold it is right on. So we fill all the cans and both tanks on the boat. Robb goes down below to figure out what we owe for the fuel. So does the fuel guy. They come up with different numbers. Robb figures out that we owe $2 more than the guy is asking for. Robb now tells the guy that his # is wrong. Guy looks confused and goes to get a calculator. They go back and forth again. We pay Robb's price and get going again. We pull in to ensenada about 4PM Thursday. We need to go to immigration and customs by 5 to get our stamps to leave in the morning. Now Robb's spanish is in full effect. We walk up to the immigration officer who does not look at all happy to be at work at 4:45PM on a Friday. Robb starts his gringo spanish and says Pardon, mi espanole es un picito (I am sorry but my spainish is very small). The immigration officer replies slowly with no accent, Ok lets use english then. We pay our fees and go to customs and have almost the same experience. Robb does not catch on that about 90% of the people in ensenada speak better english than us. We have a great dinner, head back to the boat, and sack out for the night. The next morning we head for San Deigo

Ok, so this is the second time I have had to write this one because the internet stole the last one. I am home now and will try to catch everyone up with what happened on the trip.

So we left Cabo around 5 Am on Saturday morning after stopping to get fuel and ice for the freezer. We braced ourselves and rounded the cape of baja. As we rounded the corner we found... flat seas. We were pleasantly surprised to find good conditions. So we headed up the coast as fast as we could get the boat to go. We were making such good time that we did not stop at Magdalena bay. We were afraid that if we stopped we would lose the good weather and seas, so we hammered on. About 36 hours in to the trip we started to find rough seas and found that we should have stoped because we were running low on fuel. We put the 50 Gals of diesel that we carried in cans in to the tanks and pressed on. We made it about half way up the coast of Baja and decided we needed to stop to find more fuel. Checking the charts we found a small town that should have diesel. So we pulled into the Bay of Ascension. This is a great town with some of the nicest people I have ever met. We were able to call an ex-canadian citizen the radio and she told us were to anchor and the next day met us at the beach and helped us get the fuel, do some shopping, and even fed us lunch. If you are going down to Baja you should stop in to this great town. For more info on it go to http://www.bajabnb.com/php/. With that we headed back to sea. More later.