We are now into our final week of preparations for the “Baja bash” from La Paz to the U.S.A. Once again for those not yet familiar, the baja bash is a nearly 1,000 mile near and offshore ocean “voyage” on hopefully, a seaworthy boat. The following words were written sometime ago while I was in La Paz, Baja Mexico and my wife Patti was back home in California. Hope you also enjoy the refreshing drink suggestion.
Since I am now not able to be with Patti, Mike, Lisa and new born baby “Elliott”. And your weather in Boston is a chilly 15 degrees, I pen these words to you along with many happy thoughts.
First: Just add Rum. If I haven’t yet disclosed this to you; the official drink of our trawler, the Western Flyer is what we simply refer to as the “Flyer”. The great thing about this drink is; it just doesn’t care what temperature you are currently in, hot or cold. To build a “Flyer”, one starts by gathering all ingredients such as: 2 ounces of 151 proof rum; 2 ounces of pineapple juice; 2 ounces of orange juice; add a splash of Coco Perez (this ingredient may be hard to come by but, can be found); crush some ice, add a little nutmeg and cinnamon. Shake well and pour over crushed ice.
Since I know some of you now reading this are not enjoying the 80 degree temperatures I find myself in; might I also suggest to you that you start with an appetizer or two such as: Banana Rum Fritters. This one may qualify as either an appetizer or a dessert.
1 cup flower; 1/4 cup sugar; 1/2 teaspoon salt; 1/2 teaspoon baking powder; 1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg; 1 teaspoon vanilla extract; 1 egg; 3 cups mashed ripe bananas; 1/4 cup banana rum; 3/4 cup water; 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon; vegetable oil for frying;
Patti – you know the rest. Miss you guys but, I am on an adventure of my own that is still brewing. Crew is due in any day now and today I spoke to both Jeff and Robert. More on crew later.
Might I still remind those that power boat or sail that more than ever 90% of all weather can be predicted. But still, the only stories you see published or the only stories that generate any real interest when told or retold are the ones that start out by; “and there I was, and the seas were at least raging up to 16 footers with blue water engulfing us and this or that sprang a leak or broke or blah, blah, blah.
Sure those stories are obviously more enjoyable to read, from the comfort of firm land or couch, but, I prefer to pop in a DVD onboard to either watch “Captain Ron” or the “Perfect Storm”.
If you haven’t yet found these boating weather prediction apps then here are my all-time favorites that I foresee as seeing us through the next 1,000 miles; 1) Windytv; WindAlert; PredictWind; Weather Underground and Marine Weather.
If we get hammered on the way up it’s only because we want a better story to tell or retell…… and there we were.
If you plan on following this voyage then start by aquainting yourself with where La Paz, Baja is? Google maps and add La Paz, Baja, Mexico. Also note that boat and crew will need to go down before we make our way around the “cape” and ever so slowlyt start to make our way back up. Cape Cabo!
But, just before starting this part of the voyage we need to overnight it from La Paz to an anchorage known as Muertos. As of today it’s been renamed Suenos. (One means death and the other means dreams) Take your pick as to which one you think would attract more gringos to the area.
On our second days passage our plan is to enter the marina at San Jose de Cabo. This is where we wait what is called a “weather window”. Remember what I said earlier; about 90% of all weather can be predicted almost a week out. This stretch of water from San Jose de Cabo to Muertos the Western Flyer on our first trip to La Paz encountered probably some of the nastiest little seas since hanging a left once we departed the mouth of the Columbia River and crossed over what is known as the graveyard of the pacific, “the Columbia River bar”. Yes, it can and does get nasty in these parts. Your best defense is having a seaworthy vessel with some spares and knowledge.
Some time long ago, if my memory proves correct I remember First mate Patti all crunched up in a fetal position. The Western Flyer bashed into those miserable little short choppy washing machine seas. And also a sort of combination ebb tide and short steep wind pushed seas all rolled into one.
And then slowly I start to notice a part of our paddleboards strapped to the boats hardtop ever so slowly inching their way off from high up above. Oh Shit I say to myself! The boats rocking and rolling motion had caused one of our two paddleboard ratchet straps to loosen. Without too much thought and barefoot I exited the comfort and safety of the boats inside cabin onto the blue water soaked and now splashing seas, climbed up the boom that gave me a foot hold onto the top of the fiberglass hardtop. Quickly as possible, and barefoot, but, sort of like riding a bronco I somehow managed to manhandle this large giant wafer of a board and retie it back in its place. The other outcome might’ve been the first mate ending up on land as a castaway on Patti’s Island.
So, let’s now recap. Today is Saturday and soon you may be reading about our most excellent weather window and before you know it; boat and crew are safetly tied up in Ensenada.