First I need to apologize for anyone following this, and who tried to plot yesterdays coordinates. Darren let me know thankfully that I had made a typo and put Dick and
Arlete in the Sahara! Not!! I corrected Day 2 readings and here are todays. Thanks, Darren. (Phyllis)
Each morning at 6:30, we listened to the weather report on the Sonrisa net. Every day there was a prediction for good wind which never materialized. Today, I’m felt less seasick, thank goodness, but still didn’t feel like eating much. Our plan was to anchor at Isla San Francisco so Dick could fix the rudder steering. As Dick was readying the anchor bridle, lowering the outboard into position, and setting up the depth sounder, I was at the helm and entertained by a pod of whales.
The outboard was fired up and ran just fine … for about 10 minutes. Then it died and would NOT start. Dick repaired some corroded wires, but it still would not start. With the sun beginning to set and because if the wind angle we had to work with, we sailed to anchor in a tight little cove, just to the north of the main anchorage. Once anchored bow and stern, we fell into an exhausted sleep.