|Keeping watch, Mexican style|
There was no stopping at San Blas this time either, instead electing to make a beeline for Mazatlan. The overnight was pretty uneventful, at least there wasn't a million shrimpers to dodge! We raised Mazatlan pretty early in the morning and were amazed at the swell that was running. Our track took us inside the islands and it was now you see the shore and now you don't, pretty scarey considering the water isn't all that deep, and the waves breaking on the shore making a heck of a noise and filling the air with spray.
|Sunset at sea|
|Mazatlan from the sea|
|Erlin and Jenn|
|Now ain't life a beach|
|A Shack Burger!|
|Costa Baja infinity pool|
Jack and Janice arrived on schedule and we had a nice evening at the Tailhunter, named for fishing, catching up on old times. Last year we had convinced them to do the San Francisco to San Diego trip by promising lovely warm temperatures and winds astern. Of course nothing could have been farther from the truth, it was cold, foggy and no, nada, zilch wind, so we felt we owed them a good vacation.
After a last minute glitch with the fuel filter, anyone ever mentions "don't over tighten plastic" listen to them. This is definitely a case where if a" little is good then more must be better" is just plain wrong.
|About the only greenery around|
|Artistic talent wasted|
|Typical Baja skyline|
The following morning the bow was pointed North again and after passing by a couple of interesting anchorages, but with lots of day left, decided to press on, making port at San Marte. This is just a crook in the coast where you can hide from northerly winds, there are a couple of reefs to the east to be respected both coming and going.
We spent the remainder of the day exploring, going into the village, 250 inhabitants, and stocking up on cervezas at the one and only tienda. This was pretty interesting as the beer is kept in an old rusty freezer, not functioning, but kept cold with ice from the ice plant. The owners shooed the chickens from under a big Pacifico umbrella, rustled up some chairs and presto Maria's Cantina. We invited the husband to join us for a cold one in our best Spanglish and a good time was had by all.
|The pool at Candaleros|
|Escondido, the town that never was|
What a great little town, there is a delightful malecon lined with palm trees, a nice walking street with trees trained to grow over which are trimmed and a nice square with a number of decent restaurants. There also is an interesting posada on the square, done in the typical Spanish colonial style. As our guests are due to leave from Los Cabos and public transport being a bit hit and miss on the Baja, they opted to rent a car. In the end there wasn't a big cost difference, plus they could make the trip faster and do some sightseeing on the way. We also used this opportunity to get a few groceries for the rest of our trip.
Jeff and Melody, along with us, decide that a trip up Steinbeck's canyon would be good exercise. Apparently Steinbeck spent some time in the Baja and wrote about his journeys mentioning the canyon. It turned out to be a bit of a scramble, lots of big rocks and some scree. We were warned about watching where you put your hand when you are climbing, more rattlers! We went as far as our legs could take us and came up against a boulder which we just didn't have the oomph to climb over. After a nice snack and drink we began retracing our steps back to the boat.
Our next stop was Coronados, meeting up with Full and By, and sharing some nice water time in their blow up chairs. This is the first time we had felt like swimming as the water was warm and clear. In fact we could see the anchor in 30,' nicely dug in amongst the sand, missing the weed on the bottom.
Our next stop was Honeymoon Bay, a really nice anchorage with a little nook that would make a perfect Kodak moment. More exploring ashore and a good hike to build up the appetite.
Our farthest north stop was San Jacinco which afforded some nice walks ashore. There are lots of shells washed up on the beach and Jackie had a good time picking, getting a number to add to her collection.
|Boobies in the rigging|
|Flaking the sails|
|Stripping off 25 years of paint|
It was a lot easier going into Mazatlan this time, although just behind us a 3 foot breaking wave gave us a little scare but we beat it into the marina.
Since this was to be the end of the season, seems funny putting a boat away for the summer, there were a lot of jobs to get done. It was a mad scramble for a few days before we came out of the water to have the bottom sripped and the boat snugged down.
We left on 14 May feeling a little sad but looking forward to going home and meeting with family and friends.