The Baja Bash
Written by Tom BlandfordThe Bash is a 950-mile run up the wild and desolate Pacific Coast of Baja.
Described by some veterans of Mexico as the Baja Bash, it starts in Cabo San Lucas and ends in San Diego. The compass heading is generally northwest. And now the bad news: Consistently strong winds, large swells, and a nasty surface chop are nearly always directly out of the northwest. If your timing is wrong, the northbound trip can be 950 miles of constant bashing into head seas and strong winds.
The Power Of A Lady
Written by Garvin MillerThree years ago, we bought a boat... shotly before we could afford it. I had been dreaming of the day for quite some time. I read PMM faithfully and spent countless hours poring over the articles and daydreaming in the classifieds. I had even completed the Power Squadron course.
For the past three years we've used electronic charting, combined with GPS, for navigation. For instance, on a recent overnight trip from New York Harbor to Chesapeake Bay on Teka III, our 52-foot trawler, we decided to enter Delaware Bay in the wee hours of the morning, in pitch-black conditions.
Heart Tugging
Written by Robert M. LaneTugboats are contagious.
I know. From my ground floor office in a house on Fidalgo Island, Washington, I spend too much time watching tugboats at work.
Often they escort oil tankers moving up Washington's Rosario Strait to refineries to the north. Not burdened with towing wires, they tag alongside or trail behind just to be there should something go wrong. Others, riding low and moving slowly, pull barges laden with construction equipment, wood chips, gravel, and other products on a constant parade both north and south day and night.
Growler Launches
Written by Bill ParlatoreGrowlers is in the water! We are just now stepping into the various projects that will transform her from a working commercial boat into a perfect little cruiser-a lobster yacht of distinction.
The interior photos show the boat as she came from Kennebunkport, Maine, finished to a commercial workboat level, seemingly ready to go out and tend lobster pots.
