We made it….
Leaving Mazatlan the swell seemed to be about 6 feet. Ryan looked like he felt great but I on the other hand was nervous. I was afraid the swell would continue and possibly get bigger leading me to be sea sick during the crossing. Nervousness is just about the worst thing for seasickness or a queasy stomach and needless to say I fed the fishes for a little while as we slowly made our way into the Sea of Cortez. It’s too bad our camera is broken!
Anyhow, I felt a little better after I got that out of the way. Ryan did his best to keep me relaxed and a few hours later we were comfortably sailing making about 5 knots with the spinnaker out. We sailed the day and into the evening until the winds died and then we turned on our iron geni (the motor) to make way through the night. I took that first night shift and Ryan came up at about 1am so I could get some rest.
Ryan was able to sail (literally) through his shift as the wind always seems to find him (or does he find it?) He even let me sleep in past my watch time as he was having such a good time with the sails.
The second day at sea seemed to be the hardest on both of us. After about 24 hours of being up and just short rests (about 4 hours) during the night we felt a bit like zombies. I personally spent most of that second day in and out of heavy sleep. Ryan poked his head out the hatch to look for taffic and wondered just how one person could sleep so heavily for so long.
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