Planning when to leave really is the back end of what time will you arrive at your next destination (always better in the light of day). Like decisions in general, more than one dimension is at play. Again realizing this may be the last time and my mates have never been into Mag Bay plus the fishing is better in the morning, we pulled anchor on 11/30/19 at 1200 and scooted sailing 6.5-7.5 knots down the outside of Magdalena Bay and into its mouth and up to Punta Belcher (an old 1800s whaling station) to anchor for the night ETA 1600, a short run. Chris couldn’t release the Bonitos fast enough underway but the bonus was a couple young Yellowtails coming both in and the next morning out through the mouth to Mag Bay.
Another two day run to Cabo San Lucas started 12/1 at 0645 and this time finally we be sailing winds starting out 13-18 knots right away and predicted to remain the whole way. Our SOG was beautiful 6.5-9.6 mostly in the 7-8 knot range almost all day. Chris is catching fish as fast as he can clear the lines, including a nice Dorado. Winds backed off in late afternoon and we slowed to 5 knots but not for long.
With full main and full head sail out, we looking for a little more wind. After sunset the wind freshened up a bit and we were moving again 6.5-7 knots SOG. By 1900 our SOG roared to over 10 knots averaging 9-10. Where the wind was going who knew but I was hoping nowhere so I wouldn’t have to reef in the main. Gusts were pushing beyond the mid 20s but the INNcredible just accelerated with each puff. I eased the main to spill some air and reduced the jib size but I did not want to reef (basically I missed my safe window and I was gambling the wind had peaked). But the gusting continued, testing my commitment to having full sails up. In the dark we were flying like a Mack truck barreling down a hill there was no stopping us. Earlier in the day we were passed by a motor yacht which was now 4-5 miles ahead of us. Within hours we passed them near midnight and left them in our wake (actually under sail we hardly have a wake).
Our ETA was changing rapidly and plans to arrive in the light of day had disappeared. Then out of nowhere at 0200 the wind stopped. We began motoring but we were so far ahead of schedule that I near idled our way at 4.5 knots. In sight of Cabo Falso by first light, my crew fast asleep, I just enjoy the moment, especially now that this moment was in shorts and t-shirt, barefoot because we were south of the Tropic of Cancer and life was good. We rounded Land’s End and were at anchor in front of the beach hotels at Cabo San Lucas by 0800 12/1/19. After breakfast, enjoy a great swim in 82.4 degree water.
One thing was on Chris’s mind this Sunday in Cabo – watching two games the 49ers and his beloved Patriots. Everyone had different agendas while roaming Cabo San Lucas, mine was to get back to the boat for another lovely swim.
Next we were on our way to San Jose del Cabo by 0745 arriving there at 1130. Winds were predicted to run high down the Sea of Cortez so we stayed put for two days.