We pulled into our leg 1 destination, Turtle Bay, this afternoon after a 50-hour passage from San Diego. It was an excellent trip, with great sailing winds (18-25 knots, round the clock) from the Northwest. The strength and duration of wind created some good-sized swells, however, that created an uncomfortable rolling motion onboard. As a compromise between performance and comfort, we motor-sailed often, heading essentially dead downwind (and hence down swell) while making good progress toward our destination.
Our friend/ crew member, John Harold, performed yeoman's duty behind the wheel while Nancy and I chased the kids around. I'm pretty sure I heard him muttering something about how happy he was that his own kids were grown and gone.

The three of us maintained watches around the clock, each doing a 3-hour shift overnight. Even though there are 170+ boats in this year's fleet, it was unusual to see even one on radar at night. It's a big ocean out there, and you quickly separate from the herd.
During daylight hours, we ran a couple of fishing lines off the back. You know the old saying, "they call it fishing, not catching", but we actually caught a few. We landed 4 Bonito tunas, and 1 fish that we believed was a Yellowfin tuna. The Bonitas were returned unharmed, but the psuedo-Yellowfin did not enjoy such a happy outcome. Only after gaffing, beating, stabbing and gutting this poor little guy did we realize that he did not look exactly like the picture of the real Yellowfin in our fishing book. Nancy confirmed our suspicions by actually eating a piece, cut raw straight from the fish. Her highly-sensitive palate quickly spat out the imposter. I bet he doesn't try fooling us again!
Authentic Mexican is on the agenda for dinner tonight, followed by a much-deserved good nights' sleep. Tomorrow will be filled by a few repairs, school, and some exploring.
Leg two, to Bahia Santa Maria, starts Saturday morning.