10/31

We motored out of the anchorage in San Diego Bay this morning. As we passed our cruising buddies, we tossed candy onto their decks, yelling, "Trick or treat!" Since most of them aren’t American it might have scared them a little, but they waved us off enthusiastically. They’ll depart soon themselves to sail to the Line Islands, Mexico and the Marquesas.

One last stop to top off the fuel tank and fuel jugs, and to fill every bucket and container we have with fresh water … for laundry and sweet water rinses.

Woodwind feels like someone who stayed too long at the Thanksgiving dinner table. The jaunty movements she normally makes plowing through the sea have been replaced with a slow, sluggish effort. "She full, mon" … and working hard to make some miles.

We were on the cell phone with our son, Kess, as we cleared the last buoy that marks the entrance to San Diego Bay, and were cut off in the middle of the call. No more “bars” on the phone. "Guess this is it, skip."

So, place your bets, friends. It's 3,000 miles to Panama, give or take 500. We've got 13 miles on the log. Tijuana is off our port bow, the Coronado Islands to starboard. It might take 30 days; could take 50. If necessary, we’re prepared to stop in Mexico or Costa Rica, but we're hoping "the big ditch" (Panama Canal) will be our next adventure.

Jan

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