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Saturday, December 4, 2010

11/27/2010 - Day 6 underway

At 0600 (24*24.89' W112*13.33') we're just abeam the opening into Bahia Santa Maria. We had a beautiful sunrise, the air temp is 65 degrees and we have just a little over 200 miles to go.

At this point, we really want to sail as much as possible, even if doing only 3-3.5 knots, because I figure if we absolutely had to, we could motor all the way to La Paz from here but with only 4 gallons of fuel left when we arrive. That's too close for me and besides, it's based on estimates. Could be worse. And I don't want to stop in Cabo San Lucas to refuel.

At 0845 the Pacific is living up to its name: it's calm, deep blue, and there's barely enough wind to move us along. But we are moving along. They call it "ghosting". The air temp is a balmy 67 degrees.

Unfortunately, by 1000, I had to throw in the towel. Absolutely no breeze. The flags are hanging limp. Doused the headsails, sheeted the main amidships and started the engine. However, it's a really nice day. It's 72 degrees and I'm sitting out in the cockpit in my t-shirt and am quite comfortable.

By 1145 the air temp was up to 78 degrees and by 1330 we were sailing downhill under jib only at 4-4.5 knots.

Decided to take advantage of the relatively calm conditions and transfer fuel from the jerry jugs to the main fuel tank. Using the hose/priming pump combination, the transfer went nice and cleanly. With the little port on the top of the tank that we use to check the fuel level open as a vent, we didn't lose a single drop out of the official tank vent as we usually do. I added 15 gallons bringing the tank total to abut 30 gallons. I'm saving one 5-gal jug in reserve, just in case.

Had a good day mostly sailing but by 2000 (N23*44.20' W111*21.02') the wind had dropped enough to not keep the jib full. It would fill, the boat would roll, the jib would spill its air, the boat would roll the other way, the jib would fill (THWAP!). Repeat. Over and over and over again. It's enough to drive you mad and it's none too good on the rig either. So, we motorsailed through the remainder of the night.

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