Saturday, March 20, 1993 - Mexico

Much better day today. Nothing spilled. Nothing broke. Our colds are gone, and we feel great. Cruising must be good for us.
We're averaging about 130 miles a day and are more than halfway to Cabo San Lucas. Still have the wind and waves pushing us.
Shortly after supper, I saw a freighter bearing down on us. He was 5 miles away and moving fast. And he was BIG. Could see his lights as well as seeing him on radar. When he was 3 miles away, I tried to contact him on VHF. Tried several channels, but no response. Then Roy tried to contact him, with no better luck. When he was 2 miles away, Roy told me to make a 90-degree turn and head west, so I did. For a few minutes, the freighter seemed to be standing still, but then he gradually began receding, and I began breathing again. I resumed our course, and the freighter passed well to port.
Had a rocky-rolly, bouncy night.