Total distance sailed so far=4,883 nm.
Distance sailed last 3-Days=391 nm
Day-34.
24 hr.Run=91 nm. Pos. Lat. 35*23’N Long.133*19′ W.
Weather:Wind=0-10 kts from South. Seas: 2-4 ft. Speed=5.2 kts
Course=095*T. Cabin Temp at 7 am=60* bar.=1024 mb. down 2 mb.
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Today i find myself struggling to keep Sailors Run moving towards our destination in light to non existent wind. I actually have to run the motor off and on through the wind holes and end up putting another 7-hours on the engine. Sailors Run have managed to consume about 30 gallons of her 90-gallons of fuel thus far. Fortunately as this day was ending some winds seemed to be filling in at about 10 kts. from the south.
I feel pretty good about my provisions going forward. I have yet to use up the 75-gallons of water in tank #1 meaning we have at least 75- gallons for the remainder of the voyage that I now believe to be 3/4 completed. My only regrets is not having gotten that second bottle of ketchup that was on my list and 12-packets of Swiss Miss Coco mix that I’m soon to consume the last packet.
Today was my second worst day mileage wise of the voyage do to the light winds and I look very much forward to finding those coastal winds that will hopefully zoom me down the coast to Mazatlan.
El Jefe’ keeping an “eye out” on to the Eastern Horizon in search of wind.
Day-35.
24hr.Run=142 nm. Pos, Lat.34*46’N Long.130*40W.
Weather: Wind=WNW. at 15 kts. Seas WNW at 4-6ft. Speed:6 kts.
Course 132*T. Cabin Temp at 7 am=60* Bar.= 1013 mb. Down 1 mb.
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Today the winds filled in nicely and it was late in the day that I gibed to the SE and headed for sunny Mexico, Yahoo!
I have still failed to hook a fish so now I’m getting creative with my dinners. I opened up a tin of “Spam” and was pleasantly surprised that a slice of that browned a little bit and cooked with cabbage and onions in some sort of a saute’ wasn’t as bad as it first sounded. I think having little choice goes a long ways towards what’s good and what is not.
Debbie is at home with the grand kids, and is getting some tomatoes and watermelon started in pots in the kitchen to be planted once I get the garden in shape for the coming spring and summer in Albuquerque.
Debbie is singing in a group now as time allows at places like the veterans home and the airport. She has our grandson Jacob playing the piano and organ. She wants me to hang up a heavy bag for the youngest one to take out some of his energy’s on. I use to help train amateur boxers with Joe Clough out of Tacoma Washington, so this is all a pretty natural path for me to go down.
Just “jabbing” my way across the Pacific. El Jefe’
Day-36.
24hr.Run =158 nm. Pos. Lat.33*56’N Long.127*46’W.
Weather: Wind:12-17 kts. SW becoming NW. Seas 4-6ft. SW becoming NW. Course=122*T. Speed =7 kts. Cabin Temp at 7 am=62* up 2-degrees and Bar.=1014 mb. up 1-m b.
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It’s April and spring is upon us. I personally love this time of year as everything seems so fresh and new. Even this passage is bolstered by warming temperature and favorable winds with the likely hood of some big days ocean miles wise to help the Sailors Run and Crew arrive at our destination at Mazatlan.
Still no fish but I did see one encouraging sign and that was a pink squid that had flown onto the deck. Now, that happens to be the color of the one I’m dragging astern, so lets see what happens.
The eggs I purchased in the Marshall Islands are not holding up so well as the yokes are getting runny and break often. The problem is that the eggs are pretty old when you purchase them in the store because they have already been shipped from some place thousands of miles away. I break them into a bowl before putting them on my food. So far they have all been eatable.
I have had two more very large ships hauling hazardous waste pass very close to me over the past 24 hrs. Possibly, all ships say they are hauling hazardous waste just to fake out the pirates, or possibly in today’s world all things are considered “hazardous waste”.Hmmmmm!
Trying not to get “wasted” in the Pacific El Jefe’.