Monday, October 3, 2011

Wednesday, March 17, 1993 - Mexico

We sailed at break of day! Well, not quite. Actually, we left the dock at 0705, but that's close enough.
Crossed the border about 10 o'clock.
Overcast sky all day, but warm. In the morning, there wasn't much wind, so we had to motor, but in the afternoon, we were able to sail with headsail and main.
Don't tell Roy, but I nearly went overboard this afternoon. I wouldn't have gone in the water, because my harness was attached to the jackline, but I could have ended up in a rather inconvenient situation. I was standing on the cabin top, trying to attach the halyard to the top of the mainsail, so I could raise it. A sudden large swell rocked the boat, and I flew backwards right against the shrouds. If the shrouds hadn't been there, I'd have probably ended up dangling upside down from the lifeline--a somewhat uncomfortable position. And I'd have been there quite a while, since Roy was taking a well-deserved nap.
Heard on the net that a container ship had run over the sailboat "Clambake" at 0230, near Puerto Vallarta. All three persons on board were rescued by the ship's crew and are now on their way to Atlanta. The sailboat's gone, of course. They were lucky the container ship even noticed it had hit them, let alone that the crew was able to find them in the dark. They had just left Puerto Vallarta on their way to the Marquesas and obviously weren't keeping a good watch.

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