Woke up: Off the Coast of Baja California Sur, Mexico
Went to sleep: Bahia Santa Maria, Mexico
Today we pulled into Bahia de Santa Maria, Bay of Saint Mary. This remote inlet lies approximately 600 miles south of San Diego. The opening to the bay faces southwest which, along with tall mountains necklacing the north shore, lies protected from weather.
We pulled in just after sunrise. To our amazement, two hump back whales were participating in the 7:00 am water aerobics. About 100 yards off our bow, silhouetted by the orange hue of the rising sun, a mother whale and her calf were leaping from the water, taking on air, splashing down, blowing geysers and slapping the surface of the ocean with their tales. First one and then the other. Then both at one time. Truly an unexpected Ole’.
Those in the fleet who had already arrived and were at anchor were waking to the new day, having coffee in their respective cockpits and speaking softly to one another. We quietly motored in, dropped the hook and turned off the engine. There is no greater joy than to arrive safely at our destination, tired, dirty, sometimes bruised but always grateful to have Penelope silent and still.
Alex and Peter had started to deploy the dinghy when the Admiral commanded them to cease and desist. These two guys, up all night, two nights in a row, filthy and unshaven looked like men from a chain gang. I suggested we catch a ponga to the beach party and within a nano second, they were both on board with the idea. Krista and I popped open a cold beer while Alex and Peter jumped into the water, each with a bar of soap and a razor in hand.
The pongas ferried groups of us across the bay and up a brackish estuary to the party site. Keep in mind, we are in the middle of nowhere.
The beach was magnificent. Long, warm, sand, exotic sea shells, and a 2’ – 3’ shore break extending its length. A rhythm of ripples, swells and breaking waves provided entertainment throughout the afternoon.
A group of men and women and their families from a nearby village came in very dusty pickup trucks with tents, tables, chairs, coolers, ice, fish, utensils, and seemingly unlimited Corona, Tecata and margaritas. They served plates of deep fried Dorado and Shrimp along with green salad, rice, and tortias. One plate – $20.
The music of a 5 man rock and roll band could be heard above the constant drone of the crashing waves. The band, in from Mexico City, played 60’s, 70’s and 80’s pop tunes. They sounded like any popular American band, although their electric instruments were powered by a diesel generator rather than PGE.