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LAX, HAWTHORNE and SANTA MONICA
A Starless Night
I work through the dream and give up
and try to find some cosmic relief. I get up to make a pot of coffee as
crescent moon is descending to the invisible horizon west. Here one
knows they are in Mexico waters along the Northen Baja coast line.
No traffic, a barren landscape to the east
thousand miles of ocean between us and Hawaii to west. I listen
carefully to the rythem of the night.
If anything can go wrong, it will and when
you least expect it, but one generally survives.
When my third watch of this first starless
began I could feel the 15-18 knot winds pushing us along from our
starboard aft quarter.
Moonless now and hazy visibility is limited
to the lit
console.Unnerving to the un-initiated is the loss
stars and horizon. You ride a roller coaster through a tunnel dark as
pitch. Following seas lift and race the boat downhill, then make you
crawl up the backside of a fluid whale.I get comfortable and find
rhythm in the chaos.
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WATERFRONT LIVING and
Going Ashore in
The bay becomes alive with activity.
are motoring in from a night of line fishing, passing the rocky coast
at the west edge of the village. The fisherman's bright yellow slickers
standing out vividly against the barren and sandy colored beach and
wind worn, barren bluffs guarding the white Church perched above There
are four sailboats anchored in the
large bay with us and two large Shrimp boats. The Shrimp boats are
rusty and antique looking. Sitting solid in the
water, displacing a few tons they remind me of the Greek fisherman.
Loving their profession and living
simple undisturbed lives feeding their fellow villagers. Hold's full of
'Camerones' for the tourist trade in Mazatlan.I try to remember where I
packed the Girlie magazines brought
along for bartering. One magazine is usually good for a kilo of shrimp.
I could eat a kilo in one sitting. I make a note to myself to ask a
fisherman for a lift over too visit one of the two Shrimpers before
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MARINA DEL REY and KING HARBOR
Mexican Waters. Ensanada to Mazatlan
We motor along with two engines purring,
close and A-beam desolate desert beaches and wind worn cliffs to port.
The northern rocky coast of Mexico where it meets the Pacific Ocean We
started out from Ensanada, Mx. with early morning fog and
haze on a 32 ft. power boat.
We groped our way around 'Isles Todas Santos' that morning and listened
to the rhythm of the engines as we sipped our coffee and peered into
the haze. A pair of dolphins piloting us safely out of
Bahia Todos Santos. The dolphins handed us over to a Gray whale and her
Calf as we turned the corner and aimed for Isla Cedros.
The plumes exhaled from the whales were
blending with the fog, like warm breath on a cold foggy day. The remainder of the day we closely watch
our progress with hourly fixes to verify our speed and distance.
out of fuel along this desolate stretch of desert beaches and menacing
rock monsters is not an
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