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the mooring lines in San Diego on November 19, 2003! Mexico, here we come... |
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San Diego |
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astern under a fresh breeze. |
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Watch-Keeping |
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Renewing our nighttime watch-keeping might take awhile. Thankfully, this was only a single overnight passage. |
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Ensenada |
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Pelicans greeted us as we went ashore in Ensenada |
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Dressed in Our |
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crew shirts, we sought out authorities to check into the country, only to be thwarted by Revolution Day festivities. So, we celebrated too! |
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Fish Tacos? |
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One batch and Philip was converted from a skeptic to an afficionado. |
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Fishing |
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but not catching much. Yet. |
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San Quintin |
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Was a huge bay but very tricky as there was only a small navigable area. |
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Spectacular |
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sunsets accompanied us as we sailed overnight southbound towards Islas San Benitos. |
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Jake |
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seemed to take solace in the warm bunk, especially during the chilly fall nights. |
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What ?!? |
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A sunfish drifted with us one calm day as we waited on wind, unwilling to burn our precious diesel. Neither of us had ever seen such a creature and it was a great opportunity to study it carefully as it wallowed nearby. |
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Islas San Benito |
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Finally we arrived! This group of three islands is a marine preserve, though there is a small village serving a lobster fishery. Elephant seals enjoy protection here and they are truly enormous. |
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It Was |
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a great place to stretch our legs and to explore. |
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The Village |
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even had a small church. |
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Sadly |
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there were also graves of those who perished here. |
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The Catch |
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being loaded for transport to market |
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There Was |
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only one child in the islands, her name was Julia Alejandra. Her father, Jose Luis, was the keeper of the lighthouse. He brought her to meet us so as to expose her to others outside of their micro-community. |
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Julia Alejandra |
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and her father visited with us for awhile, though we struggled to bridge the language divide. Julia taught us many Spanish words as she explored the boat as her adoring papa watched intently. |
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Isla Cedros |
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A day's sail away was Isla Cedros where we anchored for a short night. This anchorage seemed eerie. We departed for Bahia Tortugas at 0410 the following morning. |
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Bahia Tortugas
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We arrived at 1337 local time and anchored amongs the southbound cruising fleet, including Great Escape, Andiamo (John & Lisa Caruso), Unicorn, Mystery Tramp, Shirba V and Bella Luna. Mystery Tramp was interested in providing fuel service where they would take your cans and bring them back full. Instead we opted for a local option, using Anabel, for 58 centavos per liter. |
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