March 10 _ Thursday_Mazatlan
Bob has received word of an unexpected death of a family member and he has made a decision to fly out of Mazatlan on the first available flight. It goes without saying that I unconditionally support his decision in spite of the impact on our adventure. But it is a sharp change in plans. After considering my options I plan to depart on a 40+ hour solo crossing of the Sea of Cortez to Muertos or La Paz on the east coast of Baja. It is will be my easiest route to meet Donn in Loreto the last week in March.
Weather among several cruisers here is the primary conversation. The Sea of Cortez is predictable only in its unpredictability; it makes its own weather. Thus the several weather models for forecasting don’t agree, and everyone’s prediction ends with the caveat “and that’s our best guess. The prediction will change tomorrow so stay tuned.” But everyone sees a window for passage with light winds on Friday and Saturday, and the swells rolling south down the Sea from U.S. storms days ago will diminish somewhat each day. So I plan to depart this evening at sunset in order to reach land in daylight in about 40 hours. Blogs will be dark for several days.
I’ve done many long passages single-handing. Before departing I always feel like I’m standing on a precipice and looking down. I know before me lay hours of profound solitude, of catatonic awakeness, of stream-of-consciousness self-talk, of discomfort and pain, of fleeting visions secure on a couch in front of a TV, and of night hours of inner peace beyond thinking.My partner RD and I are fully equipped for a safe passage, and I can rationally dismiss my mind’s useless projections of disaster, and return to enjoying the present. . This crossing is what it is… another challenge to dance with nature… and opportunity to come to know my Self… and be a bit stronger for it.