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Ahh, back in The Islands! |
There
was no wind the following day. We motored NW to Isla San Francisco
where even under cloudy skies it presented an inviting scene with its
rocky ridgeline hike and crescent sandy beach.
It was predictably
busy with cruisers. We left the following morning to sail around NE
Isla San Francisco, first checking out another anchorage on the north
end, then sailing around the upper end of the island. We anchored
just off Isla Coyote, a tiny rocky island with a picturesque village
of a half dozen houses along a rocky hillside. Pablo helped
pull our dinghy ashore and welcomed us to roam their village.
Three
men worked intently at the waterfront fish station cleaning rays
they caught which would be salted and dried in the sun for tacos, but
they had no fish to sell.
Ladies at a house near the hilltop brought
out their colorful shell necklaces to conduct business with us. We
did our part to support their community with the purchase of three:
one with emerald green cord threaded through small shells and two for
Gregg's sisters, red beads and purple, each with a single shell in
the center.
We stayed in the anchorage for lunch, then as the wind picked up left for the short ride to Bahia Amortajada on Isla San Jose. We anchored in Punta Salinas in the north end to avoid the buggy jejenes from the lagoon and mangrove channels. Instead, we got the bees! They flock to boats in search of fresh water. We chased them out of the boat, put in the screens, and at sunset they left.
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The white sand beach at Isla San Franciso |
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Pablo helping us with the dinghy |
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Cleaning Rays, Isla Coyote |
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Hillside houses, Isla Coyote |
We stayed in the anchorage for lunch, then as the wind picked up left for the short ride to Bahia Amortajada on Isla San Jose. We anchored in Punta Salinas in the north end to avoid the buggy jejenes from the lagoon and mangrove channels. Instead, we got the bees! They flock to boats in search of fresh water. We chased them out of the boat, put in the screens, and at sunset they left.
On
the 8th,
we received a message from Hallberg-Rassy in Sweden: the engine pump we needed
had been shipped, scheduled to arrive in La Paz on the 21st,
and Rob would install on the 22nd.
It's impressive that we can receive this pump from Sweden which is
unavailable earlier from any U.S. source. Now we breathe a little
easier knowing it is on the way.
We sailed across Canal de San Jose to
tuck into the more secluded north cove at San Evaristo, a small
fishing village we had visited on earlier sails. New to the village
is a super friendly family run Mexican restaurant with superb catch
of the day dinners, reasonably priced. We hung out a second day, met
some new cruisers in the anchorage and introduced them the following
evening to the Mexican restaurant. Hopefully, it will survive!
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At the restaurant, San Evaristo |
An
easy sail 28 nm N brought us to Los Gatos, a favorite anchorage
nestled in red, smooth sandstone rocks. Oh! We caught (and released)
a fish along the way. Unfortunately, the line was still in the water
when we reversed while setting the anchor, fouling the prop. Gregg
stepped up to the task of diving the prop to cut out dozens of feet of
tangled line. We lost the lure. As happened on two other visits, we could not set the anchor in the shallow inner cove, and anchored out in the main lobe of the anchorage. There we had a bombproof "Rocna set", and knew we would sleep easily. Good thing! The rest of the evening was
peacefully spent climbing on the rocks to the cross on top and over
to the other ridge with wide expansive views.
Once back at the boat
the wind began to blow from the NW and a few dark clouds moved in. A
chubasco was headed our way. Translation: a violent squall accompanied by
lightning, thunder, rain, and high wind and one had settled over the area
for the night. Winds rose to 40 kts with lightning and thunder just a
couple of seconds apart and we were the only boat – and shiny metal mast – in
the anchorage. We stashed the electronics in the oven for
safekeeping, fortunately dodging that danger. An anchorage at night
always seems smaller, the hazards more frightening. Gregg looked out once during a lightning flash:
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Hiking Puerto Los Gatos |
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Puerto Los Gatos - Chubasco brewing to the south |
As I looked out the rocking boat, a lightning flash lit up the entire sky. There were black clouds, grey clouds, and brilliantly lit white clouds silhouetting the jagged black ridge above the anchorage. To the east, ominous black sea was peppered with whitecaps rolling into the anchorage, and spray shot into the air from waves breaking over the reef. It was a scene from hell, and we were in it. I wanted my mommy.At dawn after a sleepless night, the lightning stopped but the wind direction changed, now a force coming from the east blowing towards shore. We pulled the anchor and quickly got the heck out of there.
Puerto
Escondido, 30 nm to the north, made a huge improvement to their
anchorage after Odile by installing hefty mooring balls. We easily
tied into one for the night.
We've grown to like this place for its
magnificent backdrop, the towering, colorful Los Gigantes. There are
also good cruiser amenities of showers, laundromat, a new restaurant
and the Tripui Resort with its own nice restaurant a short walk down the road, but it's not an
anchorage that invites a jump in the water.
The next couple of days were calm enough to anchor outside Loreto, 14 nm north and always a favorite stop.
The night silhouette of the mountain backdrop above
town is spectacular! The town is charming with a central, tree-lined
walkway, a peaceful malecon along the waterfront, provisioning easy
enough, and wifi at the Ole Cafe. We met up with Resolution's amiable friend Abby for a welcome late afternoon cold refreshment at
Mediterraneo.
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Snagging a mooring in Puerto Escondido |
The next couple of days were calm enough to anchor outside Loreto, 14 nm north and always a favorite stop.
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Gregg on the boat anchored at Loreto |
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Mission in Loreto |
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Refuge from southerly in V-Cove, beach at point of V |
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Heidi (red vane) steering True North |
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Paper nautilus shell from Ensenada Grande |
Back
at Costabaja, we found ourselves deep in departure chores. Our
Seattle friend Marcia stopped by for a welcome visit while on a road trip
with her three sisters...thanks, girls! You made our day!
Another
bright event was that our engine maintenance was successfully
completed.
With that good news, we took off on the evening shuttle
for a peaceful evening in La Paz.
Over the next couple of days we
said our good-byes to cruiser friends. Each has added to a memorable experience.
You never really leave a place you've been. Part of it you take with you leaving part of you behind.
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Marcia and her three sisters |
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The offending circulation pump dripping coolant, taken out and replaced by Rob Cross |
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On the Malecon, La Paz |
You never really leave a place you've been. Part of it you take with you leaving part of you behind.