It was pretty much pitch black when we finally pulled into Bahia Frailes.  Our vow to motor as little as possible mostly adhered to today as we sailed down the Baja Coast from Bahia de Los Muertos with our biggest headsail, “Old Whitie”.  Arriving after dark is the toll you sometimes pay for sailing more and motoring less.  Lucy however was very concerned about her shore leave status once we got the anchor down.  None of us could see the shore but we could hear the surf.  Frailes is just close enough to the southern tip of the Baja peninsula to get swells wrapping around from the open Pacific.  I launched the paddle board and she jumped right on with her doggie life jacket and glow stick so we figured she was game to give it a go.  It didn’t take much paddling before a wave grabbed us and we were flying toward the beach.  Ahh, the thrill of riding a wave in total darkness.  We might have actually made ashore relatively unscathed had Lucy not decided to bail on the whole program– jumped overboard –I guess she figured that it was safer in the cauldron of churning white water than riding on the board with me.  Actually, her reasoning probably isn’t far off the mark.  Anyway, I was able to reach over and grab the handle on her doggie lifejacket and drag dog and paddleboard ashore.  Lucy was really happy.  It’s a sweet stretch of sandy beach there and she had a great romp but when it was time to head back out to the boat, Lucy was quite unwilling to get onboard the paddle board.  Finally, she sprinted down the beach and leaped on the board just as we had a good lull in the wave pattern.  It was the right call on her part, we made it back out through the invisible breakers with out mishap.  Hot showers for us both and a good night’s sleep before our departure the next morning for San Blas on the mainland coast.  More great sailing with up to 18 knots of wind on the beam.  We made it in 42 hours, arriving at dawn after the 2^nd night at sea.  Not bad.

After tying up at the marina, we discovered that our refrigeration had crapped out.  Not our first equipment challenge of the season.  In October, up north in San Carlos, as we were recommissioning the boat for the season, we discovered a crapped-out battery charger/inverter.  Luckily, we still had use of our van and were able to drive back to the US to pick up a new one we had shipped to Arizona.  Not so lucky with the refrigeration repair since we’re much further from the border.  We heard that shipping to Mexico is unpredictable, unreliable and very expensive.  The expensive part proved to be quite true but we were able to ship parts down in about 4 days.  First the parts we didn’t need (bad advice from factory tech).  Then the right part after the local refrigeration guy in La Cruz checked it out.  Hopefully he’ll reinstall the unit tomorrow and we’ll be able to head on down the coast.  Barra de Navidad for Christmas is looking like a good possibility.  Mechanical issues aside, we’ve had a great fall sailing down the Baja.  We’ve been able to hit most of our favorite anchorages and cross paths with many of our sailing friends.  It really is a tight knit community of cruisers here even though everyone is often spread over many hundreds of miles of coast.  But we just keep crossing paths with various boats and enjoying the time together.

Merry Christmas.

We got Carmanah all sanded, bottom painted and ready to launch in record time. We had to work with head lamps in the wee hours though as the October day time temperatures in the boat yard got hot as soon as the sun broke the horizon.. Once in the water all was good though.

We hunkered down in the small mining town of Santa Rosalia for almost a week as the strong north winds blew. There we even white caps in the harbor.

The local Rotary Club in Santa Rosalia is built out of fir from the NW as is the whole town. In the 1800s they shipped copper ore to Tacoma and the ships returned with logs for ballast.

A “two margarita lunch” in Mulege with Pat & Celine of Voila.

Isla San Francisco with another spectacular sunset.

Donna steering us down the Baja coast on a lazy spinnaker run.

Lucy is completely exhausted after working the spinnaker all day getting to San Juanico.

The moon rise from the anchorage in San Juanico–Baja.

The Agua Verde anchorage just south of Loreto, Baja Sur. Easy to get to by boat. Not so with a car.

If we ever car camp in Mexico, Aqua Verde would be a choice stop—roads are pretty good….except for the last 100 yards. What a cool spot though.

Carmanah’s call for an afternoon bocce ball game on the beach brought some boaters ashore at Aquaverde.

An inland hike from the Mengles de Solo anchorage on San Jose Island with friends. The trail is a 30′ wide super highway to the interior of the island.

Vanna our wind vane steered for two days and nights flawlessly (almost) when we crossed over from Bahia Frailes near the south cape of Baja to San Blas on the mainland. Look how smooth it is. Pretty sweet.

Dinner at Coquie’s in La Cruz with friends from Ahelani and White Raven. Rick & Suzie had guests Bob & Beth also from the Olympia Yacht Club as well as their son Jake aboard White Raven for the week. Another great meal in Mexico.

Merry Christmas everyone. The central plaza in San Blas just getting ready to gear up for Christmas. In two weeks it’ll be completely decked out

We had a great spring cruising the Baja before hauling Carmanah out of the water for the summer (in Guaymas).  After driving back to Bainbridge we dove into several boat projects on Restless.  Although we went further north, the summer cruise focused mainly on Desolation Sound as the weather was unusually warm this season.  We swam most days and actually caught salmon to complement the plentiful clams and oysters.  Currently we’re working our way back to Guaymas to get Carmanah ready for launching and another cruise.

Most of the nicer homes in Loreto have fences but this one was exceptionally well decorated.

Lucy stalks a longhorn on the beach at Aqua Verde. Of course she chickened out immediately.

The big Ship Wreck party at San Juanico was a blast.

Donna throwing the Bocce Ball on the beach at San Juanico. A number of boats spent the week here for the annual Ship Wreck party.

Carmanah heading to the travel lift for the summer haul out.

Dad & I wrestling the old holding tank from the front head. It had an unfortunate blow out last summer. Restless now has all new sanitation systems.

Linda & I putting the bimini up after adding a 60″ section to the middle. The extra protection was really nice.

My sister Lisa and niece Karrin went on a Restless mini cruise in June after Karrin finished the school year at Western.

Lucy really liked the remodel of the flybridge.

They don’t call him “Oyster Bob” for nothing. A whole lot of Oysters were consumed this summer.

Restless stern tied in Tenedos Bay with Windwalker and Inamorata rafted on.

Emily & Donna basking in the warm water of Desolation sound. Water temps were in the middle 70s until forest fire smoke in August caused a sudden drop into the 60s—Brrrr.

The new lay out for the fly bridge was great for gatherings.

Dad & I on the beach at Port Neville just off the Johnstone Strait.

On the road back to Mexico, first stop Newport Oregon. Dinner at the Rogue Brewery.

Last spring we were lucky enough to have our crew from Washington fly down to sail with us in the Banderas Bay Regatta—very fun. But, since the regatta was scheduled almost a month later this year, we figured we’d be long gone before the event started. Wrong–extensive dental work for John kept us in the PV area longer, much longer than planned. So, what the heck. We figured we’d go for it double handed or maybe even get some cruiser friends to crew. As it turned out—a ringer, our buddy Bob (aka: Bob’s Your Uncle), decided to come visit about that time and Peggy came along as well. Also Judy & Mike from Honu, Ken from Cake, Anne from Banyan, and Pat from Voila also agreed to sail with us. So, we suddenly had 9 crew (not counting Lucy) for the regatta. Yeehaa, the game’s afoot. Overall, we were a little short on racing experience but everyone did amazingly well and most importantly they seemed to have a really good time. We placed 4th in the performance cruising class—but 1st among the actual “cruising” boats. After 3 days of hard racing, we carefully put Old Whitie (our 1978 #1 racing jib) away for future campaigns then we loaded the kayak, paddle board, and dinghy back aboard. Time to blow town. 1st stop was San Blas about 60 miles up the coast. Then after 5 days of living large in the Jejene (tiny no-see-ums) capital of the world, we headed 40 miles out to Isla Isabella—an isolated volcanic island nick named “The Galapagos of Mexico”. Bob and Peggy were amazed at the wildlife, especially the blue footed boobies and giant iguanas. We departed at sunset (after a fantastic fish fry on Voila) for the Baja now only 255 miles away. It was great having 4 people to share watches but for the first time on a Sea crossing we had zero wind. Glad to finally shut the engine down after making landfall at Bahia Muertos. Down to just two crew and one dog, we’re currently in La Paz getting ready to head north along the Baja coast. The water is warming up so we’re looking forward to some swimming and spear fishing before heading back across to San Carlos/Guaymas to haul the boat out in mid May

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Team Carmanah meeting before the start of the regatta. Most of the crew had very little or no racing experience which was challenging in the brisk conditions. But I had a great time because everyone was having fun seemed to enjoy racing.

Day one of the Banderas Bay Regatta. Carmanah is sail #10372. 10 seconds to the start, we pushed two boats over early. So fun.

Carmanah at a mark rounding on the last day of the regatta. Note the crack crew

Anne & Pat preparing for the spinnaker take down. Unfortunately, the jib halyard broke during the procedure and pandemonium threatened to rear it’s ugly head but was held (mostly) at bay by some quick crew action.

Bob trimming the kite on a down wind leg of the Banderas Bay Regatta. All is calm….for the moment.

Mike from the s/v Honu, helping me fish a new jib haulyard down the mast. On day one of the regatta, the jib haulyard broke as the crack foredeck crew was tightening it for the final leg to the finish. Didn’t help our placement in the race as “old whitie” slid into the drink. But Pat & Anne got him (our #1 jib) aboard quickly and the #3 to get us to the line.

Free ranging bocce is becoming the national sport of the Mexico cruisers. Suzie from the s/v White Raven getting ready to throw her bocce ball in an impromptu game organized on a La Cruz beach. .

Mmmm. Nothing better than a churro fresh out of the deep fat. Cut into short lengths (with the scissors) and rolled in sugar, they’re addictive. Our buddy Bob developed a bit of a problem again this year.

A Huichol painting made out of very fine colored threads. You can see the two sides of the Goddess of the Sea’s face among many significant symbols unique to the Huichols.

Epifania is a local Huichol artist who created the thread painting for Donna. It’s currently gracing one our salon bulk heads.

The only thing better than one paleta on a hot San Blas day in the plaza is of course two paletas eaten simultaneously. Pure fruit and bursting with flavor.

Tax time in San Blas. Donna working hard at the pool side wifi hot spot our tax return before we leave for the Baja. Lucy was a big help–she’s a registered emotional support animal.

The “new church” just off the plaza at San Blas.

We, along with Bob & Peggy, ate at the Red Witch on our final night in San Blas. What a find. Best food we’ve had on this coast. The owners, Rodrigo and Edma, are so enthusiastic about their dream of creating this amazing restaurant that we all had a great time.

Oh man! That mole sauce is so good. When it comes to the really good ones like at the Red Witch, no two are the same.

Cooking fishy carandeado style—slowly in the wood smoke is delicious. These guys in San Blas have the fires going all day. Just bring them a fish you catch or buy at the market and return in two hours, it’s ready. Yum.

On Isla Isabella, the bluer a male Blue Footed Bookies feet are, the more females he attracts. This guy is really bringing them in….I think. If he is a male that is. Couldn’t tell the difference for sure. But those feet are really blue.

I recently found out that these Mexican bonito are good eating. Been throwing them back for the past two years thinking they were like the Pacific Bonito that we tried to eat on the trip down to Mexico. This one I caught in the dinghy at Isla Isabella.

Lucy’s job is to sleep with whom ever is currently in bed–in this case Peggy is off watch during our crossing from San Blas on the mainland to Bahia Muertos on the Baja. Don’t tell Marley (Peggy’s pup).

And they’re off’ Bob and Peggy rented a car in La Paz so they could explore as they traveled to the Los Cabos Airport. First stop Hotel California in Todo Santos. Bob’s recent driving experience in Jamaica fully prepared him for driving in Mexico.

It’s hard to believe that since Mason left in January, we’ve been too busy to update this blog. Donna has been doing much better with Instagram posts. The days are just flying by. Especially in places like Tenacatita where we get into a: Wake-up–dinghy in for a run on beach w/Lucy–do the morning radio nets–eat breadfeast—swim around the bay–go fishing—play bocci ball—beers at the palapa after—have dinner—visit—go to bed routine.

We left Barra de Navidad 1/22 bound for Zihuatanejo with stops at Santiago and Isla Grande (off Ixtapa) for a couple of days each. About 200 miles in between—very easy passage. We arrived in Zihua well before the start of Sailfest but regardless, activities were already underway. So, we signed up to take donors out for evening sails around the harbor to watch the sunset. Sailfest is an annual week-long event dedicated to raising funds to build local schools. There are many aspects to the event such as concerts, art auctions, boating, and even a chili cook off. The way we cruisers pitch in is to take people for boat rides in exchange for donations to the cause. Evening sails, music cruises (with local musicians aboard), a boat parade, and even a sailboat “race” all get people out on the water. It’s mostly gringo tourists that sign up but lots of fun is had by all. And we raised over a million pesos this time around.

Don & Emily from Bainbridge Island came down to visit us while we were in the midst of Sailfest. They’re always fun to have along and being accomplished sailor themselves, were a big help with the Sailfest guests. Our guests for the Race Around the Rock were the same bunch of fun folks from Quincy, WA that were with us last year. And we repeated the win as well. Yay!

After the event was completed, we put the boat into the marina at nearby Ixtapa and the four of us took an extended rent-a-car road trip into the mountains to see the sights with a focus on the monarch butterflies. We overnighted at the towns of Morelia, Angangueo, and Patzcuaro. All are above 6,000 ft and much cooler the what we’re used to on the coast. Highs in the 70s, lows in the 50s. The whole area felt very different than what we’re used to experiencing in Mexico. It had a very colonial feel. Many streets and buildings are centuries old–beautiful and very well kept and super clean. We saw only a few other gringos while there which was a refreshing change in its self. Outside of Angangueo, we drove up to Sierra Chincua Biosphere Reserve to view the monarch butterflies in the final phase of their pre-migratory breeding process. The males will die after breeding (poor guys), the females head to Texas on their way to central Canada (but it takes several generations). Then, one long trip for their descendants back to these mountains. There were literally millions of them around on the day we visited. Simply amazing. None of the hotels have heat so we froze our tropical adjusted butts off.

At the end of the week, Don and Emily dropped us back at Ixtapa so we could bring the boat back up to Barra de Navidad. They drove up the coast visiting some out of the way places. The sail up the coast can be against the prevailing NW winds and potentially nasty. But we had an easy trip and made record time getting to Barra after only 28 hours. Pretty much about the same time as Don & Emily. Also, our other friends from home—Scott & Gail—arrived that day as well. The 6 of us sailed up to Tenacatita and La Manzanilla for a few days of fun & sun—a little crowded but we’re all boaters so flexible enough to make it work.

After Don & Emily flew home Scott & Gail helped us take the boat up the coast to Banderas Bay where we hung out in La Cruz until their time to go home. John had several major dental procedures performed at his favorite PV dentist office (ouch) and now we’re preparing for the infamous Banderas Bay Regatta before heading north to the Sea of Cortez. Originally, we were planning to leave after the final visit to the Dentist but then made a snap decision to sign up for the regatta since we’re here anyway. We’re in the Cruising Division this year. Should be fun.

These Sierra are are very sleek and fast and difficult to spear but very tasty.

When the going gets rough, Lucy likes a nice “cave” to crawl into. These cushions work in a pinch.

Lucy fulling embracing the sunset while on passage–looking as always for the “green flash”.

Sail Fest 2018 started long before the official start date. There were 35 registered boats and many, many locals and expats involved as well.

Carmanah queing up for the Boat Parade at Sail Fest. We spread the guests around the boat,.

Who are these pale faces in the long pants? I picked Don & Emily up at the Zihuatenajo town pier & ferry them to the anchorage. They immediatly broke out the shorts and cold beers.

Sailfest volunteers are shown appreciation & entertainment by students at the first new high school built in Zihuatanejo in 20 years. Funds for construction were raised by Sailfest in colaboration with city goverment and local business’ . This school targets disadvantaged dropout kids with such success that now many middle class parents are willing to pay an extra feew to have their more advantaged kids attend.

Carmanah looking good on the start line for the race out of the bay, around Rocca Negra & back. “Old Whitie”, our #1 headsail is still looking good at 40 years old.

Carmanah with the red/white/blue/yellow spinnaker chasing down a Cal 48 from an earlier start in the Race Around the Rock.

The Carmanah crew celebrating at the awards shindig after the race. Very fun group from Quincy, WA.

The dinghy attendants on the beach in Zihuatanejo help you land and watch your stuff while you’re ashore. Very reassuring since this is a major urban area with the thefth always a possiblity. 10 peso tiip does the trick.

Donna enjoying a Molcajete dish (the huge stone bowl) at Banditos resturant in Zihua. These pre-hispanic bowls are traditionally carved out of a single block of rock

A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the City of Morelia is an amazing place to just stroll about in. Emily is enjoying the well-preserved colonial buildings and layout of the historic center in this shot.

Construction of the Morelia Cathedral was begun inb 1660 & completed 84 years later in 1744. Thank goodness it’s not in the City of Los Gatos, CA or they might still be waiting for a building permit. Sorry Linda & Kristi

The Morelia Cathedral at night.

Our room in Patzcuaro was right on the plazza. A beautiful old building. At night the plazza heats up with music and local vendors. The elevation here is 6,500′. Very comfortable but a pile of blankets was required at night.

The final hike to see the butterflies is at 9,000 ft. Donna opted to ride Esperanza over the hill with handler Arturo rather than huff and puff with the rest of us less intelligent in the party. I get light headed just remembering the hike.

Not as scary as Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” but the shear numbers of butterflies was an awesome site at Sierra Cincua.

Those clumps on the trees are actually thousands of butterflies piled on top of one another for warmth. When ever the sun breaks out of the clouds, the air fills with Monarchs.

These monarchs are missing the part of their body that isn’t toxic to feeding birds. Their propensity to feed on noxious milkweed makes them poisonous to predators (mostly that is).

A glimpse of pre-Hispanic culture—the Tintzuntzan ruins overlook Lake Patzcuaro dominated by 5 restored pyramids. Awe inspiring.

Dock laundry service in Ixtapa. Not pretty but it’s fast.

Windlass is finally repaired with parts delivered by Scott & Gail. No more pulling up by hand–ugh. Luckily we’ve been anchoring in less than 15 feet of depth so not too heavy.

The whole gang sailing up to Tenacatita. We had to draw straws to see who got to sleep in the cockpit.

The Mayor’s (dinghy) Raftup in on Fridays in Tenacatita. Traditiion dictates that you blow into a conch shell at sunset. Donna found one but a crab was in residence so we threw it back in the sea. Robert (standing) is the longtime “mayor” of the bay.

Some of the crocs at the La Manzanilla preserve are huge. This one is about 14′ long but is also very very wide. Wouldn’t want to wrestle him. Luckily they can only spend limited time in salt water so we don’t see them in the anchorage……much.

Scotty wrestling a small croc outside the fence at the reserve. As luck would have it, this one turned out to be only a statue.

Scott and Gail along with other cruisers from the Barra de Navidad lagoon anchorage hiked up to the the light house and were rewarded with a breath taking view up and down the coast. Just don’t look down.

From up top, we could look down on Los Llanitos wrecked in 2015 hurricane Patricia–strongest hurricane to ever hit Mexico.

We took a drive with Scott & Gail to San Sebastian, a centuries old mining town in the mountains near Banderas Bay.

Our last blog post was clear back in November. Carmanah’s wifi booster isn’t working and we’re on the verge of getting our service with T-Mobile cancelled for “excessive international roaming”. So, basically, I’ve been too lazy to hike up to a hot spot to post updates. Donna has been doing better with her Instagram postings though.

We’re having a great season in Mexico so far. It was beautiful coming down the Baja—the ocean water stayed clearer and warmer for longer than last fall. The swimming and spear fishing were of course much better with such favorable conditions. We managed to cross the sea to the mainland before the strong winter northerlies started up in earnest. When we arrived in Banderas Bay on December 2nd, the water was still in the low to mid 80s. Our southerly pace stayed fairly brisk though as we had a planned visit from Greg and Jenn for mid-December down in Barra de Navidad.   Ended up being great fun. We split our time between Tenacatita and Barra. And we had the first rain we’d ever experienced on this coast. Everything got washed. Yay. We were probably more excited about the rain than Greg & Jenn who came from winter in Boise Idaho  for the sun.  After celebrating Christmas with our fellow cruisers in Barra, our Nephew Mason came down to hang out with us for a week in the Barra area. He flew into Puerto Vallarta airport so we decided to rent a car for the 4.5 hour drive up the coast to meet his plane. Greg & Jenn did the same basic travel program as Mason but took a bus from the airport. The roads are pretty challenging but the drive was very scenic through the many small towns connected by farm lands and tropical forest.

In a couple of weeks, we plan to cruise down the coast to Zihuatanejo for Sailfest 2018. About a week ago, the water here turned more green than blue, underwater visibility dropped dramatically, and the water temperature went from 82 to 75. We’re told this is only a temporary condition as it’s still very early in the season. So hopefully things will be back to normal on our return trip from Z-town.

Final night for Mason, we dined on the Barra waterfront.

Mason trims the spinnaker as we “ghost” our way into the Tenacatita anchorage in 3 knots of wind.

Our nephew Mason is a natural at the helm tackiong up wind in light wind to get through the rocks on our way south to Barra de Navidad.

The Christmas party at Barra was fun. The gift exchange after dinner was a hoot. Everyone got a gift but “steals” were part of the program it never got boring.

The day after Greg and Jenn made the long long trip down from Boise, we recovered with them by the pool at the Barra Navidad Marina resort.

Greg caught this Rooster Fish on light fly tackle not far from the anchored Carmanah in Tenacatita. It put up quite a fight but was ultimately released unharmed once all photo ops were executed.

Post Bocce Ball at Tenacatita

Not exactly the chicken bus you might imagine. Greg and Jenn’s trip down from PV was fairly cushy. Also, a little on the wild side as these drivers know how to take those hairpin curves without slowing down.

Step one for our ceviche, cut the trigger fish into small cubes.

Step 2 for ceviche is to make lime juice. We do a lot of lime squeezing for various drinks and dishes.

final step after soaking the fish in lime for an hour is to add tomatos, onions, garlic, cilantro, and spices. Yum. We’ve been living on this stuff lately.

Young cruiser kids develop water skills at a young age. Taj paddled over to say hi to Lucy. His family is currently on passage to the Galapagos Islands.

Mike and Lori vacationing from the rigors of the Bainbridge Island Park District joined us for an afternoon sail near their hotel in Puerto Vallarta. They are now

Crews of Carmanah, Huakai, and White Raven enjoying the best ribs in Mexico. J&R Ribs in La Paz. Rick and Susie (back left) brought White Raven down from Olympia this past fall. W

Really?! Landing a helicopter on the tiny beach at Aqua Verde? Next to our dinghy? Luckily they didn’t stay too long.

Sister ship to Restless–Epic Ship is a Universal Trawler the same year as ours. Originally from South Africa, Mark and Angelique plan to be in the NW this summer. Small world.

Cleaning the the main course for the Thanksgiving potluck at Aqua Verde.

We had a really nice Thanksgiving potluck on the beach at Aqua Verde on the Baja. Note the paddle board serving tables.

The supermarket at Aqua Verde where we spent a week during Thanksgiving. No electricity buy they have a surprising amount of stuff.

Donna with the staff at the beach restaurant in Aqua Verde. Each day our meals got noticeably better as we got to know them better. By our last day there we enjoyed quite a spread. Fresh scallop tacos were my favorite. The two boys would dive for them each morning.

They were talking about the Aqua Verde parade for days ahead. How could we miss it.

We arrived at San Juanico from San Carlos just in time for a cool sunset and a much anticipated (by Lucy) shore leave.

Lots of gringos camp along the Baja coast. Out of the way beaches like San Juanico are accessible with the right vehicle. We saw several camp setups where the sleeping was on the roof of the vehicle.

After one month in transition, we’re ready to start cruising.  First, cross the Sea of Cortez to the Baja.  Then work our way slowly south toward La Paz by the end of November.  Then  cross to the mainland coast (3 day passage) and work our way south to Barra Navidad (between Puerto Vallarta and Zihuatanejo) by mid December.  On to “Z-town” by February for Sailfest.

So far no big surprises with the boat.  We’ve been  reacquainting with cruising friends as we all prepare our boats for sea.  Donna posts photos occasionally on Instagram, check it out.

First chore, build a ladder so we can get on the boat.

Unlike me, Lucy looks amazingly clean after I finished wet sanding the bottom at the boat yard in Guaymas. We had to set the alarm for 3:30 AM to get the paint rolled on before the sun came up and it got too hot. The LED head lamps came in handy. Luckily there was now dew.

After 4 days of boat yard work, Carmanah is ready to splash. Yayy.

10 days in the San Carlos Marina was packed with maintenance projects such as removing the four solar panels from the bimini and repainting it along with the hard dodger. Had to apply paint at 8:00 am before it got too hot to flow. Of course the local OSHA office approved the scaffolding.

Sparky is at it again. Keep the fire extinguisher and defibulator handy. Attempting to installo an AIS transceiver.

We can now see AND be seen on AIS. Other boats with the system show up on our chart plotter and we are on theirs. Especially nice at night when making passages.

Jimmy and his son Jimmy spent two days polishing stainless as well as cleaning and waxing the hull. Two less things for us to do. Jimmy is a refugee from Rwanda who was placed in Mexico when he was in his twenties. He works hard and is well respected on the docks.

Donna joining a “final” provisioning mission to Walmart and Sam’s Club in Guaymas with crew from Flyer and Halukai. They look focused(?)

We can never believe it will all fit. But it does…..eventually.

Finally done with the boat yard and done with the marina projects and out at anchor–ready to let the cruising begin!!!

Ocean Falls was pretty much our northern turn around point for summer cruising.  That far north, we were lucky to miss a lot of the smoke from forest fires that persisted in Puget Sound up through Desolation Sound and to Port Hardy.  We were lucky to have mom on the boat for 8 weeks and dad for about 10.  Linda joined us for a week hopping aboard in Bella Bella and cruised down to Port McNeil on Vancouver Island to fly home with mom to San Jose.  After dropping dad back a Bainbridge Island, we regrouped then headed back up to the San Juans for a fall cruise that was very nice and civilized.  By late September most of the anchorages were sparsely occupied and the weather was pretty nice.  But as the temperatures began dropping into the 40s, we felt the pull of getting back to Carmanah for more Mexican cruising.  So the month of October was basically spent cleaning up Restless for winter and preparing Carmanah for the tropical cruising season.

The shell beach at Fury Cove just north of Cape Caution is irresistible on a sunny day. We had a little picnic with mom & dad & Linda.

Seal-a-meal worked great when freezing our excess salmon.

Poor Lucy got a nasty cut on her nose while burying a treasure on a shell beach. Don of Windwalker fashioned this cone our to an old wine box. Didn’t work at all.

Everyone is very focused drudgery of picking crab. Its’s difficult for me to resist just eating the meat instead of putting it in the bowl. Note Don is now wearing Lucy’s cone. Better hat than dog cone.

Sullivan Bay in the Broughtons is a 100% floating town complete with driving range. Closest to the flag gets free moorage for the night. We didn’t win but Linda is in good form going for the money shot here.

Donna got this shot of me & Lucy with dad & Linda after a grueling hike in the Birdwell Group–in the Broughtons.

The native village at Alert Bay on Cormorant Island near Port McNeil has many interensting features like this look out honoring the Raven Clan, one of many along the waterfront. We traveled over on the ferry to see the U’mista Cultural Centre opened in 1980 to house potlatch artifacts previously seized by the Canadian government. It was spectacular but no photos allowed.

Waiting for the plane at Port McNeil to take Linda and Mom home. The fire made it touch and go for getting south through the smoke. They did finally get out several hours late.

A great seafood dinner of planked salmon and dungeness crab aboard Restless at Denman Island with the crews of Wild Horses and Windwalker. Hated to be heading south to civilization but the warmer weather was nice.

Restless at the Olga community dock on Orcas Island. We stayed here for several days while Donna participated in a water color class put on by Carol Buchanan at the local community hall. Since it was late September, no problem getting a spot at the dock with an eye on the weather for southerly’s. Pretty cool though.

Site of the painting class, the Olga Energetic Club which was started long ago by the wives of the local Strawberry Plant principals to get together for quilting other activities.

Our niece- Karrin- near her new dorm at Western Washington U. We stayed in the reciprocal slip at the Bellingham Yacht Club while she got settled. She’ll be on the water ski team and maybe the waterpolo club as well. Busy girl.

Karrin with her proud parents–Owen and my sister Lisa–aboard Restless in Bellingham.

A repeat win for John & Ann Bailey’s schooner Sir Isaac at the Wooden Boat Festival in Port Townsend. I was on foredeck, John likes to keep the bow weighted down.

We had time between cruising in Canada and heading back to Mexico to be the ugly duckling, the—gasp—power boat in the PMYC Labor day raft up in Blakely Harbor. Just tied my iPhone to a party balloon and got this great shot (actually Larry Witty’s drone)

Ahhh. Restless all snug in her boathouse after 5 months of running around the Salish Sea.

We spent a couple days at Newport to regroup after getting the boat put away and the van loaded for the trip to Mexico. This stretch of Agate beach used to be flat. Now it’s riddled with waterways and dunes. Very interesting.

We made it from Newport to Sacramento in time to watch the 2nd half of our nephew Mason’s (#3) match at a local tournament.

The future home of Casablanca Tea House. Linda & Kristi are waiting on the building permit before construction can begin. Here with Kristi and her friend Jackie. Los Gatos may be as persnickety as Bainbridge on permits so could be a little wait.

My sister Linda and her daughter Kristi showed us around Los Gatos, the planned location for their Tea Shop. It’s quite the upscale community. Lucy, of course, fits right in. So, a little snooty but dog friendly–ok by us.