Woke up: La Cruz, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz, Mexico
The End of the Cruising Season
Peter and I were so busy paying off the house in Bend and getting the boat ready to “go cruising” we didn’t think very far past the Baha Ha Ha.
We arrived in Mexico, 1,200 miles from Portland, after two months underway, the beginning of November, 2014. By the middle of November we were in Cabo San Lucas, another 800 miles south. From there we continued another 600 miles south to Zihuatanejo.
It has been a very steep learning curve. We have learned about weather patterns and ocean conditions and how fast barnacles grow on the bottom of the boat. We have learned about Visas and park passes and getting pesos out of an ATM. We have learned how to receive mail without an address. We have become experts on landing the dinghy in all kinds of surf. We have listened to rock and roll until 3 in the morning while anchored near town and have motored the dinghy home through the dark, with millions of stars overhead. We learned to play bocce ball and do yoga on the sand. We learned to buy food without knowing what it is. We have slept well and slept not at all and eaten a thousand fish tacos.
The cruising season is winding down. Almost all the gringos have gone home. We are beginning to understand the cycle of this lifestyle. We now know by June the temperature will climb into the 100s, the humidity will hover around 100 percent, there will be torrential rain and lightning and the possibility of a hurricane.
Initially, we thought we would go to San Carlos which is north in the Sea of Cortez, north of 27 degrees latitude. Later we were intrigued by the possibility of staying in the marina in Mazatlán where we would plug into AC and run an air conditioner most of the time although Peter has never been happy with the idea of being tethered to an AC outlet to survive the heat.
Later we learned Banderas Bay is better protected from hurricanes than Mazatlán and we began to investigate La Cruz, Paradise Village, and Marina Vallarta. Today we took the bus to Marina Vallarta to see if that looked like a desirable place to spend the summer.
Here’s something you don’t see every day. We saw this crocodile with a dog in its mouth inside the marina at Marina Vallarta.
I’ve said it before. “A cruisers plans are written in the sand at low tide.”
Currently, we are considering the option of sailing back to San Diego and spending the summer there. Stay tuned . . .