Not sure of the Lat/Lon because I’m in the cockpit typing this under the stars and not near the GPS (and too damn lazy to go look), but we’re in Cabo San Jose, about 15 miles around the Cape past San Lucas (and it’s blessedly quiet and peaceful).
Took Ann to the airport today as she alas, had to depart for work and real life (or are we living real life? An existential conundrum I’ll have to think about for the next month or so)
Had a great couple of days here exploring the town with Ann. Gorgeous ceramics and textiles and we each bought a few things to remind us of this wonderful trip.
Ann, you will be sorely missed by both of us (me especially, but Geoff said how much he’s been enjoying your company too. After 1000 miles on the Pacific, you’ve turned into an accomplished sailor and have earned your title as the “Salty Dog”).
Now we’re on to phase three of the voyage: The Two Bachelors. Yup, it’s down to Geoff and me. Here’s an example of our schedule now that we’re two (from Geoff):
- went to the beach
- took pictures
- drew pictures in the sand with local fishermen speaking random spanglish
- walked back to boat, stopped at local market, bought terrible beer
- took a nap
Yup, we’re gonna be busy.
Evening now and we just finished the dishes. Dinner was mouldy frijoles, shriveled vegetables and leftover cheese on tortillas, drinking Charismatini’s. Might have been the Charismatini’s, but dinner was delicious! Talked about trimming mustaches (really we talked about nosehairs, but trimming our moustaches sounds so much more manly).
We were actually a bit productive today though. Here’re a couple examples of how we have entered into The Cruiser’s Economy (which is a corollary to “The Simple Life” as noted in the entry about Diane’s birthday):
- One of our neighbors here at Puerto San Jose, couldn’t get his shortwave radio to work. I mentioned I knew a little about them (practically an outright lie, but only if you are caught) and they invited me over to have a look. Well, it was a pretty old Kenwood, which I really know nothing about, but with a little effort (and to make this story shorter) I’ll just say that I found the problem, tested the radio by calling from ours and a mystery that was unsolved for their whole trip down from Washington has now been solved. They were so thrilled to get their radio working, they gifted us with a huge bottle of Maple Syrup. A commodity we were out of, so willingly received!
- Another neighbor mentioned his chagrin that he had a rope or something caught in his rudder and couldn’t seem to get it out. Geoff to the rescue. He dove on the rudder, looking resplendent in snorkel, mask and fins, and cut out the offending piece of rope (which looked to be part of a crab/lobster trap they must have run over). Again mission accomplished and in this case, Geoff charged $240/hour for his services (and after the five minutes it took him, he earned twenty bucks!)
We’re getting rich I tell you.
Tomorrow, we’re leaving early for Los Frailes about 40 miles up the coast on the Sea of Cortez. We’ll start out bearing around 080 degrees and then about halfway up, we’ll finally start heading almost North. I hope to be able to have a positive report on the fishing. I also hope to report that we anchored somewhere during daylight. Would be a nice change. So far every harbor and anchorage we’ve entered on this trip has been at night. Even with radar to help, it’s not so fun when you’ve never been there before and don’t have a clue what the area actually looks like.