The journey of a thousand nautical miles
Begins with raising the sails.
|Wreck off beach in Puerto Don Juan|
|Mike checking out the wreck|
The boat next to us lost its anchor and went sailing by as the storm was picking up speed. Thankfully he cleared the beach and all the other boats and he went to deeper sea to take time to install another anchor (his only remaining spare!). He was fully trained and knew what to do under such circumstances – having rehearsed that scenario in his head many times prior. Although you don’t wish this type of event on anyone, it’s nice to see and learn from well trained people like him.
As he’s retelling us what happened during the storm, we see rooster fish hunt nearby. They are quite the fierce predator of smaller fish and quite showy when in full action. His adventure make us recheck all anchoring equipment onboard to hopefully prevent such from happening (in his case a pin broke that he had just inspected 6 weeks prior!).
We get rain for about 24 hours and 2 days later the hills have already greened up quite a bit. Soon there will be desert flowers caressing the hillsides around the bay. We hear of flash floods further south where they got 10 inches of rain, we didn’t even get one. We also hear that Puerto Vallarta where we had contemplated (very shortly) spending the summer has receive in the vicinity of six FEET of rain this season so we’re happy we didn’t stay there.
We dig for clams and have them for dinner sharing them with Nikki who loves them. We watch dorados (mahi-mahi) chase behind large schools of fish, and keep waiting for a chance to see at least one whale-shark up close. We see many dorsal fins but they are too far away to reach them paddling.
We finally meet the other ‘electric’ sailboat we have heard so much about. A single hander with a much larger sailboat and lithium ion batteries but basically set up quite like us at a much higher cost… It was really nice to hear of his research and experiences. We (now that there are two of us crazies out here) can prove that this can be done!
We try, once again, to head north and go by the Village in hopes of meeting Herman Hill, the author of Baja’s Hidden Gold and finally get the opportunity. He is in his 90’s but still very active. Good, albeit very slanted, reading awaits us as we sail north.
|Told you the water wasn't too clear |
However here's a glimpse of mouth of whale shark
Whitish thing on top is a small remora