Two weeks have flown by since the family left and Mitzie and Charley hosted Gail and Paul Wesling and then Diane and Bryan Hartsell. We went out to the islands twice and spent the rest of our time in La Paz. We love having friends come visit and introducing them to this part of Mexico. Editors note and apology: the Captain was lame and forgot to take pictures when the Weslings were here so no pics of the Weslings.
We experienced a couple nights of Coromels when anchored out. A Coromel is not a brand of Mexican beer, but rather a southwest wind that can blow quite hard at night. The catch is that all of the anchorages are exposed to the south west which make them lee shores when the Coromels blow. Waves have a long “fetch” over which to build so it feels like you are motoring into waves when you are anchored. If the anchor drags then Snug Harbor gets smashed to pieces on those glorious rock walls surrounding the anchorage.
The Captain’s strategy for coping with the Coromels was to invest a few years ago in a very large anchor and chain and to wear ear plugs to drown out wind shrieking in the rigging. It also helps to have a strong stomach.
Last week Mitzie learned personally how dangerous Mexico can be. First she took a misstep in the cockpit and jammed one of her toes. The captain graciously declined to point out to the Admiral his past advice to wear shoes on the boat as a survival strategy for one’s toes. After a few days gymping around the Admiral recovered only to slice her thumb in the galley. The boat lurched to port and the knife lurched to starbord while the Admiral was making us all lunch. The coup de gras came when the Captain and Admiral were horsing around and her little finger found its way into the door jamb when the Captain was shutting the stateroom door! Ouch! And you probably thought the most dangerous thing in Mexico was drug lords!
Puffer fish like to hang around our boat when we are anchored out. I took this picture looking over the side of the boat.
Another new thing we first saw, and felt, when swimming at Ensenada Grande was that the water was loaded up with millions of tiny eggs, some in strings, all with black dots in the center. We never figured out what they were. Yuch!
Watching the sun go down on the Malecon on my last night with Mitzie and Diane and Bryan Hartsell.
Everyone left for the States on Friday morning and Charley had a couple days by himself before Mike Pernitzke and Chris James arrive Sunday evening. Charley took the opportunity to deal with a large window in the salon that that was leaking onto the nav station. The caulk that holds the window in place failed after 15 years and the window was getting ready to fall out. Not good if you are planning on motoring 1200 miles upwind and taking a lot of green water over the bow. Getting the window out was easy. It yielded quickly under light pressure. Getting it back in was more of an ordeal, as it has to be installed with special sealer, in perfect alignment, with pressue on it for two days as it sets, but not too much so that it squeezes all the sealant out. The kayak paddles were just what was needed to keep just the right amount of pressure on.
Charley, Mike and Chris have two weeks scheduled to head farther north into the Sea Of Cortez. All the cruisers say you ain’t seen nuttin yet until you head north into the Sea. We will have a report when we get back.