It’s been an action packed month since I last reported. Most of the time, I was at sea and didn’t have a signal. Part of the time, I was in Ensenada with a very bad leg infection.

Believe it or not, I am in Vallejo, trying to get to Walnut Grove.

So let’s go back and try to recall some things that happened.I will.start at the not successful attempt to come north with Jim Wilson aboard. We got about 5 hours west of Cabo San Lucas and the seas were so bad, that we turned around and went back to La Paz. Jim ran out of time and has to come back to work, so I hung out in La Paz waiting to find crew and get a reasonable weather window.I found crew with not a lot of experience (she some, him none). They were on a tight schedule and I promised that worst case, I would put them ashore somewhere that they could get a bus a plane or some transportation to Tijuana, .well guess what, they ran out of time and I had to put ashore. But not before I had broken the steering cable . The place I put them ashore was Bahia Sanjuanico. Now I’m all alone and no sterring, but I did have autopilot. That is when I met Alex and Sarah (thank you God). He is an electrical engineer and she is a marine biologist, .They are from Toronto.
We buddy motor/sailed from there to Turtle Bay.we met El Gato in Turtle Bay and Erick was able to help me raise anchor so I could continue on solo from Bahia Sanjuano to Turtle Bay to Ensenada to San Diego.

While in Ensenada, Alex and I (mostly Alex), repaired the steering cables. I was enjoying Ensenada and was thinking about spending a couple of months there. After the first month, I said the hell with it and motored up to San Diego..once again, I planned on staying in San Diego for a few months and then made the (the hell with it decision and sailed sole again to Santa Barbara and waited for my brother John to fly into Santa Barbara and join me on the remainder of the trip home.

John and I saw more Whale and other sea life in the short distance from Santa Barbara to San Francisco, then I had seen in my complete trip from Guaymas.

Probably the wierdest thing that happen was just as we were arriving at Vallejo Yacht Club, Footloose died(water in the fuel).once again thank you God for sitting on my shoulder..