Laying here in my rack trying to compose something to write in this over due log my thoughts are drowned out by the screeching of the dock lines as the surge pushes the boat back and forth. Casting off tomorrow is a welcomed relief. Ensenada to Turtle Bay is a 40+ hour push but a big step in making it to cabo. Getting to Ensenada has been a relative easy go. Weather was nice with calm seas except for the occasional roller and now after obtaining our visas, we are allowed to roam freely about the country. Stopped in San Diego for a stretch trying to iron out some engine details, and windlass relocation. Funny how something so minor can seem to cause such big of a problem. Clyde managed to run off the edge of the dock, pour bastard. Blinded by excitement and casting situational awareness in to the wind he just kept running forward. After a speedy rescue by the crew, a quick roll in the grass and seeming to still have his pride intact he gave chase to the scooter. All was right once again. The surge has calmed and the dock lines are now a dull roar. A slight relief...

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails".
William Arthur Ward


First Mate
Aaron Edwards