As well, San Diego has some great cruising stores. Eric and I frequented Downwind Marine and the Marine Exchange more times than we could shake a stick at, whether it be for spinnaker chocks, screws and nuts and bolts, or rigging. We cannot thank them enough for being so helpful!
We left San Diego on our tenth day at the Police Docks. Full of fuel, water and cookie dough (and other things, of course!), we began our 650-mile sail south towards Bahia Santa Maria.
We got into Sta. Maria after dark. Our wind meter (which we had become quite a bad habit for judging the wind) had kicked the bucket a few days into the sail, and our autopilot was also out of commission. When we turned on the engine (from our perspective) it appeared it was smoking heavily out the exhaust (which turned out to only be normal exhaust that showed up more in the LED lights). We anchored without much hassle... we were the only ones in the bay. As soon as the anchor was dropped, we opened up a bottle of wine, sat across from each other and errupted in laughter. What a goofy predicament we were in!
Interesting geology and rock formations was everywhere on the craggy cliffs and beaches at Bahia Santa Maria
Eric setting the anchor for our dinghy so it would still be there when we got back (tides).
We were trying to figure out our christmas plans, so we wrote them out. In the sand. At low tide...
Our Fatty Knees has become the source of much entertainment, as well as transportation.
We had a ball on the beaches climbing in and around the sea caves and other natural formations in the rocks...
Two AA batteries and four rolls of lifesavers scored us four lobster for dinner that evning!
That evening we had drinks aboard S/V Fiona, a Westsail 42. Eric, the captain had just finished doing the Nothwest passage, and we marvelled in his stories and Eric (from Nanu) picked his brain about cruising into remote locations.
We came very, very, verrrry close to hitting four whales as they swam in front of us our first day heading to Cabo. The sea was teeming with life and after the close call, we kept our eyes glued to the horizon. Eric caught his 20-lb Dorado shortly after and we had a lovely lunch of dorado steak and rice. We still have 1/2 of the dorado steak left!
Eric's beautiful Dorado will keep us fed for awhile, with 1 1/2" steaks as long as the fish iteslf!
I insisted on this picture that gave credit to how Cabo really is, quite a pretty place...
Cabo really is a pretty place, although extremely crowded and over-americanized. The water is crystal clear and refreshingly cool to swim in. We spent some time at a beach bar called the Mango Deck and fell into conversation with a couple of locals. The four of us joked and conversed through the evening until we finally decided we had to get back to the boat. Today, we explored more of the inner city. We compared prices of juice crystals from the gringo market to a small Mercado in the more "Mexican" areas, and got some essentials like toilet paper, tortilla chips and some fresh veggies.
The busy city streets of Cabo were our first re-introduction to Mexico. I'm still awe-struck...!
Tomorrow we're planning on leaving. We need fuel and water, and then plan to be heading south towards La Cruz.
If you don't hear from us before the 24th, Merry Christmas and Happy New Years...!