What a wonderful un-dramatic day and cap to an epic passage.... Leaving Ensenada at 6am we motor-sailed in 6-8 knots of wind most of the day and arrived at the entrance to San Diego Bay by 330pm. The good.... Customs and Border Patrol has an app that allows us to check in to the country via a zoom-based video app... We answered all the typical questions and the agent asks us to walk around the boat inside and out. I gave him a tour, showed him the pups and he was satisfied... The Bad? Not one question about our health, temperature or discussion about quarantine. And we were looking forward to flying our yellow Q flag! Now contrast that with our arrival at Marina Coral in Ensenada, where they met us at the dock, took our temperature, asked a bunch of medical questions, and checked us in without having to go into any office.

Our electronics mostly behaved today, with a fun new "low battery" error now and then. Doesn't matter, our confidence has been lost. Time to send the chart plotter back for repair and then see how that has been affecting the autopilot. A lot of vudu magic on the sea-talk buss me thinks...

We transited the eerily empty San Diego Bay and headed for Pier 32 Marina in the south part of the bay. Then we were approached by a San Diego police boat who questioned why we were out and about. San Diego has prohibited recreational boating. For the last two weeks the local harbor police have not had much to do, so we were an easy target. After a brief explanation of our travels we were good to go. An hour later we were in a comfy slip in the marina... the boat is not moving for the first time in 750 upwind miles and 8 days. Rina and the pups are happy as clams.

Thank you... we really enjoyed you coming along for this voyage. Your comments and words of encouragement have been inspiring to us as we slogged through the worst of it. The Baja Bash is notorious for testing boats and crew. We survived with a certain sense of satisfaction while putting up with many moments of dreadful conditions and near calamities. We won't be doing this again soon, but acknowledge the achievement. I must also call out Rina, who overcame a bunch of anxiety related to big seas and heavy winds to truly partner with me in this achievement. And then there are the pups... Watching them lick their lips and look at us with droopy eyes for days on end was finally replaced by the bliss of jumping on the dock to greet daughter Megan at journey's end. Happier puppies have never been seen. And see that look on Rina's face.... That's called relief!