By a we had raised the anchor, lashed down the dinghy, and were drifting in the darkness outside the marina channel. Right on time, Alex II’s navigation lights appeared from behind the jetty and we were on our way. The dawn twilight found us motoring past Punta Mita. Once clear of the point, we set a course for Isla Isabella and spent most of the day motor-sailing. With a moderate breeze fifteen or more degrees off the bow, our boat speed held at six to seven knots. Unfortunately, in the late afternoon the wind clocked around to our nose and picked up to a steady fifteen knots. Our forward progress dropped precipitously as the wind and waves worked together to push us away from
It was frustrating to have the engine burning fuel while we were
creeping ahead at a miserably slow pace.
This torture continued until about the following morning when the winds died and the seas
flattened. Even motoring is better than
being stalled in rough seas. Mazatlan here we come. Mazatlan
The morning brought a thick fog that limited visibility to about a mile. The diffuse light reflecting off the calm water provided a crisp view of anything breaking the surface. We saw several sea turtles and a few rays swim by. Suddenly, there was a huge splash to starboard about a half mile away. It was a whale. We soon saw three whales launch themselves from the water simultaneously. The triple breach was just the beginning of the show. As we go within a quarter mile of the whales, the show intensified with repeated breaches and fins slapping the water. It was the most spectacular show we have ever seen.