|Our last view of Paradise Village, Nuevo Vallarta|
|Leaving Puerto Vallarta|
This is the type of vessel we sometimes pass in the middle of the night and represents one of the reasons why sailboats keep a watch.
|Ship headed into Acapulco|
We had a calm beginning to our passage with beautiful sky and seascapes. I'm not a talented enough photographer (yet) to bring you the night sky and seascapes.
|Sunrise over Silhouette|
|Cloud reflections on a calm ocean|
|Beautiful cloud formations along the way|
|End of a perfect day|
|"King of the Hill" winners|
|Booby on the bow pulpit|
|A failed attempt to land on the spinnaker pole|
|And some who succeeded|
A swallow also came for a rest one stormy night.
|Any port in a storm|
|A squall from a distance|
|Another image of a squall in which the almost vertical column of rain is highlighted|
|A squall line|
|What squalls look like on radar (This image does not show a squall line.)|
The skipper became an expert at dodging squalls.
But there were some we couldn't avoid.
|Patrick steering through a minor squall|
This is the view from inside a minor squall. (If it was a major squall, I wouldn't be taking pictures!) The rain pelts the surface of the sea and beats it down until it has a soft, misty texture. You can see the smooth-downed wave tops approaching from a distance. Suddenly, the sky around you disappears; you are enveloped in gray; and you know you're going to get...hammered!
|Inside a squall|
Squalls weren't all bad, though. They brought their own beauty.
|Rainbow in squall country|
|Morning light in the ITCZ|
Although it sometimes never seemed like we would, we finally made it through the doldrums and were moving again!
Unfortunately, our ideal sailing conditions didn't last, and we soon had to shift from a reach to a beat.
|Main and jib as seen from the cabin top|
|Sails in concert|
|Kirsten tightening the outhaul as we trim the sails for a beat|
|Our beautiful main from Port Townsend Sails. Lazyjacks by Kirsten|
As the sweltering heat of the ITCZ was alleviated by wind, doing chores became easier again.
|Laundry day on Silhouette|
We made landfall in the Galapagos with our first view of Isla Pinta on April 29, 2012.
The next day, we crossed the Equator...
|It killed Patrick to pour good rum overboard, but he wasn't about to |
tempt fate by not giving King Neptune his offering.
The wind picked up just in time for our arrival at Isla San Cristobal.
|Approaching Puerto Baquerizo Moreno, our first port in the Galapagos|