Woke up: La Cruz, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz, Mexico
You’ll be happy to know, Peter solved the Pelican-sitting-on-the-bow-sprit-dropping-his-load problem we were having. We call this the pelican abatement system.
All over the Mexican Riviera businesses are closing down. This is the last week for the Sunday Market. Philo’s is only open for dinner and only Monday, Wednesday, Friday. This Saturday is the final swap meet of the season.
We are beginning to understand the cycle of the “cruising season” in Mexico.
When we first arrived in La Cruz there were 35 or 40 boats anchored around us, now there are only 8 and one of those is abandoned.
Everyone we know has left Zihuatenajo and Tenacatita and La Cruz behind to go north to Mazatlán or San Carlos. They will either spend the last two months of the season, April and May, in the Sea of Cortez or they are already preparing their boats to be left in a marina or “on the hard”. (Carol, where does this period go?)
Like I said, there is hardly anyone here. Two of the women in my yoga class will be gone by the end of the week, too.
When we first started to investigate our options for the summer, we said, “Let’s ask 1,000 people what they are going to do and once we have 1,000 answers we’ll know what we should do.” And that is exactly what we did.
Others of our friends did the Puddle Jump this year and are now in French Polynesia. Perhaps you remember Ed and Melinda on Lorien and Bruce and Sandy on Korbet Rose. They are in the Marquesas now.
We were able to listen to their progress as they made their way across the Pacific Ocean each evening on the single side band radio. At 7:30 local time, the Radio Net began with check in. Each boat reported their latitude and longitude. Each boat reported their heading, speed, wind speed and sea conditions. We sat with our ears to the radio listening to crackling and static knowing each of the boats was somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and had been out to sea for 2 to 3 weeks. Amazing. I wonder if Peter and I will ever get up the courage to make that leap.
Peter has business in Portland which will require him to be in Portland a couple of times this summer. Can’t go to French Polynesia this year.
Now that we have decided to do the Baha Bash we are learning from others who have gone before, places to duck in out of foul weather, and places to get fuel. The Pacific side of the Baja peninsula is fairly uninhabited. We’re both a little apprehensive about it but we’re gathering information and making a plan. Already Peter has decided we need two more reserve cans of diesel on deck.
It’s an adventure.