Bahia de los Angeles
It quickly becomes silent and peaceful aboard Volare as the sun sets. Adam and Foxy have sped away in the dinghy to attend movie night aboard SeaGlub, but my head cold keeps me home for a little downtime. It’s been a whirlwind of a journey to reach this point, and as the silence settles in I have a moment of gratitude.
We are so lucky to be here to experience this: the sunset, the mountains, the camaraderie of cruising friends. For 10 years every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears, along with every dollar we earned went into this boat and into this dream. So many dream this way, but so few set out. Looking around at the red mountains and white beaches of Bahia de Los Angeles, I feel as though we are really doing it, really living our dream!
I came to this bay 15 years ago by car and remember this as real, salt of the earth Mexico. It has definitely always been on my sailing bucket list and I’m glad to have returned. We set out from La Paz 28 days ago with the hope of getting this far north this season and we did it! We will spend the next few days floating around the bay and then begin the trek south again. Volare has been nearly flawless in her operation, with swift sailing and reliable systems. We have thoroughly enjoyed the journey to this point and look forward to what’s next.
For this moment, I will enjoy the peace and my gratitude.
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Comments
Great piece of writing Jessica. You mention your trouble free cruising. It is all about preparation. Many people say that this boat is better quality than that boat, but it has been my experience that it is more about which boat has been prepared more thoroughly. And you guys did it properly, paying attention to every detail and it is paying-off in weeks of trouble-free cruising. It is your reward. Enjoy!
My Dad wrote this recently and I thought it applied very fittingly to you guys:
The Boat (or The Unholy Grail)
We’ll flog the house and hock the family jewels,
Throw down the gauntlet square to gain our dream,
Then break our backs and toil like fevered fools,
To slip these earthy fetters, quit the team,
Aye, scrimp and save like misers, self deprive,
Garner it all though it may prosper naught,
Love, labour, lucre – all we bend and strive,
To lavish without stint upon the boat,
That we might tread a deck we call our own,
And feel the ocean’s heave beneath our feet,
In Neptune’s acre cause our keel to run,
Ploughing its yeasty furrow lone and straight,
To sweep new-born horizons as the light,
Strikes the palm-fringed shore beyond the lee,
To thread the coral pass by starry night,
And feel the anchor bite in foreign clay.
To keep the ‘old girl’ going that’s our story,
Though she be foul afoot, her gear be worn,
For we have tasted freedom’s salty glory,
And touched the stars and drunk the ocean dawn.
Capt Mike Briant.
Thanks for sharing Paul!
Your dad really has a flair for poetry. An amazing piece.
Now I need to grab a dictionary and figure out the unknown words!
I’m so glad you got together with Kirk in Bahia Concepcion.. I’m so envious!! It’s a beautiful place.
It was beautiful while we were here. 84° water!