Friday, April 22, 2016 Hiking in Steinbeck Canyon

Woke up:                  Bahia Agua Verde, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Went to sleep:          Puerto Escondido, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Hiking In Steinbeck Canyon

I believe Puerto Escondido may be one of our favorite places in Mexico.

Puerto Escandido

Puerto Escandido

About noon we arrived at Puerto Escondido, the Hidden Harbor, a place of magic. If one wished to design a secret personal bay, one would probably build something very like this little harbor. The Log from the Sea of Cortez, John Steinbeck.

Being here makes me want to circle back and read John Steinbeck’s classic literature which I’ve had on board for a year.

We are finally able to get Wi-Fi and cell, although I have to pedal across the bay and climb a rock embankment to use the phone.

Calling Home

Calling Home

This morning we went for a hike.

Tabor Canyon aka Steinbeck Canyon

Tabor Canyon aka Steinbeck Canyon

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Night Falls On The Bay

This Morning On The Bay

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Tuesday, April 19, 2016 Peter’s Birthday In Agua Verde

Woke up:                  Timbabichi, Bahia San Carolos, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Went to sleep:          Bahia Agua Verde, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Peter’s Birthday In Agua Verde

I believe Bahia Agua Verde (green water) may be one of our favorite places in Mexico.

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This is precisely the place our friend, Krista, wanted to find. The water is so clear there is no need for snorkeling goggles, simply look into the water. The colorful saltwater fish are abundant throughout the bay.

Clear Green Water

Clear Green Water

Peter must have paddled his SUP a hundred miles today to celebrate his birthday.

Sunrise to Sunset

Sunrise to Sunset

I got up early to bake a cake. The cake mix I purchased at the local tienda recommended cooking the cake in a pan on top of the stove. I used a heavy metal sheet to separate the bottom of the pan from the flame. The cake rose in the pan three times its original height. I realize in hind sight, I should have greased and floured the pan better than I did. The cake inadvertently came out in three layers which I glued back together with the frosting.

Pathetic!

Pathetic!

I accompanied Peter round and round the bay exploring and marveling at both the panoramic mountains and the picturesque marine life.

On the water, On the land

On the water, On the land

About noon, I pedaled to the beachside restaurant to inquire about their hours. I was hoping to avoid cooking AND take Peter to dinner for his birthday. It turns out there is a funeral today. The restaurant will close at 2:00 pm. I expressed my disappointment and explained it is mi esposo’s cumpleanos and had hoped to enjoy cena aqui. The owner suggested if I can wait until 7:30 pm they will return to prepare chicken mole for us. “It’s a date!” I said.

El Restaurante

El Restaurante

I quickly pedaled home and ordered Peter to stay out of the cake. Then I pedaled around the bay, speaking to each of the people on the boats we know and invited them to join us for dinner and birthday cake. I pedaled back to the restaurant to make a reservation for ocho (8).

Dinner was superb. Good company. Good conversation. Interestingly, we sat down as four couples and shortly rearranged ourselves into the men on one end of the table and the women on the other. Weird, how that happens.

We sang happy birthday, distributed his pathetic cake and shared with the restaurant proprietor and her family. Our friend, Bill, from Adagio gave Peter a birthday present stating, “He had found gift shopping particularly challenging in this rural community.”

Anchored in Agua Verde

The Local Store

We returned home after dark. Peter on his SUP and me in My Boat. The moon was nearly full. A glimmer of sunlight silhouetted the magnificent mountain range to the west. We hovered in our crafts, looking skyward, reveling in the panorama of star shine. It was a stunningly nature filled day and a clearly, unusual birthday.

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Anchored in Agua Verde

 

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Monday, April 18, 2016 Mucho Luxurious

Woke up:                  Timbabichi, Bahia San Carolos, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Went to sleep:          Bahia Aqua Verde, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Mucho Luxurious

Three of the four days we’ve been traveling north into the Sea of Cortez have afforded us luxurious sailing conditions. One day, wind out of the southeast, next day, wind out of the northwest, never more than 20 knots and always warm sunshine and picturesque backdrop of the Sierra de la Giganta mountain range.

Isle San Fransisco

Isle San Fransisco

The Captain is quite capable of handling this yacht. He studies the ocean, analyzing current, ocean swell, wind chop, wind direction, wind intensity and makes adjustments accordingly. He’ll pull out the headsail and later roll it back in. He’ll raise the stacil or run with just the main and the jib alone. He’ll place a reef in the main when there is a threat of big wind and shake it out when winds begin to subside.

Sierra De La Gigantas

Sierra De La Gigantas

I, on the other hand, try to avoid too much sun. It’s bad for my skin and bad for my hair. Besides, if I’m in the cockpit, I just get in his way.

Peter has mastered tacking (or jibbing) this boat quite well on his own. For example, when tacking from a starboard tack to a port tack, he’ll prepare the port side jib sheet to take over the jib. He’ll free the starboard side jib sheet. Quickly, he’ll turn the helm to starboard turning the bow of the boat to the left. He switches the auto pilot to “auto” allowing it to begin steering the boat. While the auto pilot drives, he hurriedly pulls the port jib sheet taught and “Voila!” he tacked the boat single handed and we’re now on a “port tack.” This maneuver is fairly straight forward with winds under 20 knots.

If the wind increases or he is performing a task which takes him out of the cockpit, I go top side to assist and keep him in my sight.

Just Sailing Along

Just Sailing Along

People say men often marry women who resemble their mothers. In many ways, I resemble Peter’s mom. We both like to keep a clean house.

While Peter is busily tacking and jibbing and adjusting sails, I have ample hours to scrub the range top with a toothbrush or scour the pots with Ajax. At the same time, I carefully monitor his food and water consumption and beverages or sandwiches in front of him at appropriate intervals.

Down below, I enjoy the gentle rocking and the sound of water splashing against the hull. I can hear the hum of the wind generator intensify and diminish with the ebb and flow of the wind. We both thoroughly enjoy the journey, each in our own way.

Today we’ll arrive in Aqua Verde where I can only hope we’ll find cell service. We’ve been disconnected from friends and family for 8 days. I long to hear a notification chime from my smart phone.

Timbabiche

Timbabiche

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