San Diego Its cold, really cold. We have spent a week playing pack mules, carrying stuff to the boat, carrying stuff from the boat, and generally running errands that involve carrying large objects great distances. Now, its cold. Our shampoo froze in its bottle in our bathroom. I'm outta here. Midnight Ride to Mexico This time I really am in the middle of a night-watch. I am somewhere south of Ensenada and its 1 am. The moon has risen and is lighting up the sea nicely. Earlier I was treated to a display of falling stars accompanied by the sounds of cookies being tossed, only sort of romantic I suppose. :) This evening started out badly. Both Richard and myself were quite seasick. Its probably more nerves than anything else. When a full-blown tizzy comes upon you, there really is not much you can do about it. We were at the public dock in San Diego for 10 days waiting for a weather window. The dock is its own little community oddly enough. No one boat can spend more than 10 days there, but, its your average neighborhood. There are those people that everyone wishes would move out and then the other people you wind up sharing Thanksgiving dinner with. The little temporary and fluid neighborhood has your basic gossip, household chore sharing, fervent weather discussions and showing off the house (boat) behaviors. All in all, highly amusing. Let's revisit the fervent weather discussions topic. Weather is and overwhelming, all-encompassing obsession for sailboaters. I suppose its only natural seeing as how we live on the water and are so easily frightened by wind and waves. But really, this craving for weather related news and opinions gets to be too much. There are dozens of different sources both official and unofficial and everyone has their favorite to which no other can compete. There are even semi-official weather gurus. This fellow named Don on the HAM bands is followed religiously. Actually, he's good and does it just because he likes to. The wind gods must become aggravated with sailboaters. We are never satisfied. No wind is bad because we can't get anywhere. A little wind is frustrating because you then want more wind to go faster. However, too much wind whips up the seas and overpowers your little boat...sigh...never just right. Don't even get me started on the wind direction issues. Yup, wind gods, don't want their job.