Woke up: La Cruz, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz, Mexico
The Natives Are Restless
You may have noticed, if you’ve been paying attention, we have been in La Cruz for a very long time. We’ve been here so long, in fact, we had the barnacles scraped off the bottom of the boat and they’re back!
As an aside, Miguel, obviously local, charges $500 pesos ($35) to dive, using dive equipment, under the boat and scrape every square inch of barnacles off the underside of the boat, including the prop. We had it done about two weeks ago.
Back to My Story
Peter has to fly home to Portland the first week of May. He has an appointment. We arrived in La Cruz the last week of March. We didn’t want to push the weather window and end up having to travel here with unfavorable conditions. As a result, we got here earlier than absolutely necessary. We could have stopped to explore a few more places along the way. But, you never can predict what kind of sea state you might encounter.
We’ve been here four weeks. Peter flies out next Friday and leaves me here, alone, for an additional three weeks.
I’ve managed to get myself involved in all the things I love. I teach yoga five days per week. I have Writers’ Group on Saturdays. I take Spanish from Anna Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have an article appearing in the Vallarta Tribune this week. I’ve been devouring the Jack Reacher series of novels by Lee Childs as fast as I can find them at the book exchange.
Peter spends his days running me back and forth to the dinghy dock in time for my various appointments and commitments. He’s bored. Peter would prefer if we were moving down the road, traveling to the next place, exploring the next bay. Does anyone see a problem here?
I was looking at the calendar today and realized we have not been in a marina since Thanksgiving in La Paz, last year. In other words, we have been “on the hook” for five full months! Unbelievable! It seems to me like a normal way of life.
While I get ready in the morning, Peter “splashes the dinghy.” (He puts it away every night on the dinghy davets.) It’s about a 3 minute dinghy ride to the dinghy dock inside the La Cruz Marina, formally referred to as Marina Riviera Nayarit. All the guys at the dinghy dock know us. “Buenos Dias, Susanna! Are we going to practice our verbs today?”
It costs $40 pesos ($2.85) to park the dinghy there. It’s protected, our amigos keep an eye on it, and we have free run of the marina facilities – pool, showers, internet, restaurants, and deli. My favorite place is a swinging “couch” outside the deli in the shade by the pool. I can’t really study my Spanish there, though, because too many people come by to talk and visit.
In the afternoon, the wind in Banderas Bay picks up. There is usually a little white chop on the water and Penelope heaves bow to stern. It’s not too bad if you hold onto the hand holes as you walk from one end of the boat to the other. It can be challenging, though, to lift the groceries aboard. The dinghy is sinking four feet, Penelope is lifting four feet, both at the same time. But, we manage.
The wind in the afternoon generates ample electrical power so we seldom run short.
By 5:00 pm or 6:00 pm the wind dies down and evening falls upon the little town of La Cruz. We’ve taken to going for walks in the late afternoon, stopping for a couple of street tacos $20 pesos ($1.42), and coming home in the dinghy after dark.
No worries, we have excellent navigation lights on the dinghy both front and back. We have the brightest anchor light (LED) in the bay and we have our red, light emitting diode (LED) “party lights” in the cockpit. It’s not hard to find Penelope in the dark.
I think we’ve been at anchor longer than anyone I know. But, hey, it’s free. In March, we spent only $900. Todo.