The bureaucracy is satisfied, our fingers are printed, and we are off to the northern Sea of Cortez, making for Puerto Don Juan in Bahia Los Angeles. We have no idear what we’ll find when we get there, but we need to be back in San Carlos in three to twelve weeks (mas migracion, don’t cha know) so we figure now is a good time to go upwind. Water maker works, fuel tanks are full, dingy is on deck.
I wonder if the sails work? How would we know? There’s a book on board, somewhere.