Bob's demise certainly put a pall on our adventurous spirit as we waited for Mike, a grieving friend of the family, to come pick us up at the airport. Mike arrived and deposited us at the dock and we proceeded to load our gear and complete our provisioning. At the local "CCC" market (Centro Commercial California) we found everything we needed for a week on the water. At check out we found that our credit cards were refused for the large dollar amounts we wanted to spend. Lesson learned: Buy in small amounts or bring a lot of cash... and maybe tell your credit card company to expect large purchases from out of the country.
Back at the dock, we were pretty much on our own to figure out all the little switches and levers and valves on the Morgan 41. Figure it out we did and the next morning we were off to Isla Espiritu Santos. This was the first time I'd driven a boat of that size so it was quite the challenge pulling off the appearance of confidence and nonchalance.
On the way to the Islands we negotiated the exit from La Paz then started off across the Bahia de La Paz on a beam reach. Hours later, realizing that we were getting nowhere near our destination we turned her into the wind, cranked up the engine and headed straight at the islands in the distance. We saw a strange floating object and went to investigate. Chris, on the bow, saw the float then saw the polypropylene line floating off downwind. He swept his arm vigorously to the south and Keith, at the helm, spun the wheel hard over. The old Morgan with her full keel does not spin on a dime so we ran over the line and wrapped it around the prop shaft.
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