|Traveler at sea|
Traveler’s bow went straight into it as we ploughed over the bar (only 12 ft deep) and headed out. This close to land and in relatively shallow water the swell seemed huge. Soon we had wet decks as the bow plunged up and down shipping water down both side decks and around the stern. “Yahoo!” , we screamed, holding on tight. In a quarter of an hour we were out a mile and started raising the mainsail. Connie kept Traveler’s head to wind as I raised the main with the main halyard to the first reef point, slipping the ring over the hook and yelling back to her to take up the slack and tension the luff with the big mainsheet winch. She grinded it tight and yelled out, “Made.” With the topping lift tightened the boom was plenty high for me to haul in on the reefing line to the first reefing clew. Doing so, I noticed that the pawls on the decktop winch were not clicking. Something to add to the repair list. We loosened the topping lift, hauled in on the mainsheet and the main was set, double reefed. Then we rolled out he big Genoa on the furler, hauled our wind to the starboard side and we were sailing on a beam reach heading south past the protective islands of Pẚjaros, Venados, and Lobos (Bird, Deer, and Wolf).
|Ensenada de Matanchen|
|Whale cooling her fin|
|Chacala: Traveler and her dinghy Guido with Panga looking on.|
|Port Captain's office in Chacala|
|Beach musicians at Chacala|
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|Connie talking to Tesla on the phone. Connect!|