Alaska Eagle: Turtle Bay to San Diego

The final installment of my adventure aboard Alaska Eagle.

In good news, I don't remember being too sick on the way to San Diego. I think it took us two day to get there. The temperature was still chilly out on the water but not nearly as wet as it had been. A funny thing that had happened was that the thing that kept me from falling out of my bunk (sorry I don't know it's real name but here is a picture of it) when the boat was keeled over broke when we were leaving Turtle Bay and I had to move bunks.

I ended up being in the nav-station closer to the back of the boat. In hind site, everyone on the boat realized this was a great idea because the boat was more stable in the back and it seemed to help my sea sickness. And we know I could use all the help in the world with that little problem.

The trip to San Diego consisted of the routine of watches and sleeping with a few happy hours. It's interesting how quickly something new and unfamiliar becomes habit.

The morning we were scheduled to arrive in San Diego I remember having the 8-11 am watch. I was up about 7am and the water was glass. The shoreline floated by and San Diego started to appear. My heart was singing. Almost home.....

Alaska Eagle cleared customs in San Diego and we were on our way. Dolphins swam with the boat in Laguna Beach and we arrived home at sunset. Our two week boat delivery ended as the sun sank into the sea.

Welcome home Alaska Eagle.


Alaska Eagle: Turtle Bay

I live in California, but I don't go to Mexico very much. This Alaska Eagle trip was the longest I had ever been in Mexico. My experience with Mexico consisted of my previous posts about this trip and a one day excursion to Tijuana with my dad when I was 12. With that being said, I wasn't really prepared for Turtle Bay. It was much bigger then I expected but had some elements that surprised me.

The town surprised me. It seemed sleepy with the occasional nice truck driving through. I guess it is typical in Mexico but I was surprised to see all the big propane tanks connected to houses loosely. The dock was also a surprise. There was a little dock the boat "taxi" we took in would tie up to and then a much bigger dock that you had to climb some questionable stairs to. You could only get to the stairs when the little dock moved close enough to jump to them. Here is a picture T took of the "guard dog" on the little dock. Maybe he was the greeter, because he was always happy to see us.

Our second day in Turtle Bay we went beach combing. This was another thing that surprised me. There was a beautiful beach that was completely empty. We had it all to ourselves.

After our beach combing adventure we all relaxed for the rest of the day.

I think this was the night Sheri made a killer Pasta Puntenesca and we all went to bed a little after night fell.

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Alaska Eagle: Santa Maria to Turtle Bay

T was all smiles when we arrived in Santa Maria and hunkered down in Alaska Eagle to stay the night.

Here is a picture of the weather pouring over the mountains into the bay.

The following morning we were off at 6am and on our way. Immediately things did not look good for me. I started to feel sick the moment the boat started to move and lost my breakfast quickly after we started the trip. T applied my second anti-seasickness patch but it was too late. I was really sick again. This day was a record for the number of time I threw up. The twelfth time was when I was standing watch from 11pm-2am. It was awful. I would stand my watch, get sick. Try to walk to my bunk, get sick. Breath, get sick. Twelve times that day. My stomach mussels were sore and my throat hurt. My body was so weak but my mind was stubborn and I stood all of my watches.

The crew was amazing every time I got sick. Someone would be there with a glass of water and a paper towel. They had been doing this the whole trip with Taylor and Sheri being my biggest support crew. I was so grateful for all of them. I spent a lot of time curled up in the aft cockpit before my watch.

After the first really bad day things tapered off and I would only get sick 2-3 times a day. My diet still consisted of canned peaches and Bonine but I seemed to able to keep those down most of the time. If I wasn't standing watch I was sleeping and I was excited when we made it to Turtle Bay. The plan was to spend two nights in Turtle Bay and then move on to San Diego. I was excited to have a chance to get some food back into my system and to see a little bit of Turtle Bay.


Alaska Eagle: Cabo San Lucas to Santa Maria

The morning before we left Cabo San Lucas T applied the "anti seasickness" patch and I took half a Bonine. We cleared customs about 1pm and were on our way. The good news is that I was not feeling too sick. I wasn't jumping around, but I didn't get sick right away so that was a good sign.

Leaving Cabo the weather instantly turned colder and we started putting on foul weather gear. The waves were breaking on the bow (front) of the boat and the spray would drench whoever was sailing. I think I stuck with my diet of canned peaches but everything seemed to be okay. I was weaker then normal but able to hold my own. I stood my watches and managed to be part of the crew. David had left us in Cabo and we were down to five members. Here is T with his foul weather gear.

I have a memory of standing one of the night watches. I am not sure if it was on this leg of the trip or one of the future ones. The night was dark with the moon rising behind my left shoulder. It was bright enough that it made me think of headlights coming behind the boat. Rich and I were standing watch and the waves seemed fairly big to me. Alaska Eagle would crest a wave and then disappear into the trough of the wave. The waves were so close together that they would break over the bow of the boat and send water over the boat. It was a full body workout to steer the boat and keep it on course. At one point Rich went below deck and I was alone with the ocean. I will never forget those moments. The sea was cantankerous and continued to spit at me. Sometimes when we would crest a wave I would catch air and the only think connecting me to the boat was my white knuckled grip on the wheel. I could only look at the compass or at the next wave because the ocean spray blurred the stars dancing around me. It was a reminder of how small we are in this huge earth. It was humbling, and a little frightening.

We anchored in Santa Maria because it was Taylors' 18th birthday and we wanted to make a cake and have dinner together. After a day and a half of cold, wet, travel I was excited to have a chance to help with dinner and spend time with everyone on board. I think it was a memorable experience for everyone. Here is a picture of Taylor after he frosted the cake.

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Alaska Eagle: Santa Maria to Turtle Bay