November 13, 2009
Lady J pulled anchor from Cabo early Tuesday morning. It is now Friday the 13th and we have a lovely anchorage in the Cove of the Dead (Los Muertos). Our first stop was Los Frailes (The Friars) about 43 miles northeast of Cabo. This was an eight hour journey and we probably spent about two hours of it sailing. The wind was light and the sun hot! Hook in the water but no fish. This really was the first journey for just Steve and I, as I mentioned above Amy is on another boat with some wonderful people and is running a day or so behind us. Adios (the boat she is on) pulled into our anchorage at Frailes late Wednesday evening and we didn’t even get to say hello to her as we pulled anchor early Thursday. We did however get her picture…….look how happy she is! The beach at Los Frailes is the highlight and finally we got to snorkel. A bit dangerous near the rocks so we puttered just off the beach and found some wonderful shells and saw some amazing fish. The water is close to 80 degrees and swimming, lounging, eating, drinking, socializing and gazing are our pastimes. Steve is constantly puttering on the boat and I’m happy to report that nothing major has broken yet. We seem to run the battery every five hours to keep the refer working and our computers charged (camera’s & cell phones too). Anyhow, Pulled anchor from Frailes Thursday morning and cruised north for 9 hours to Los Muertos. We saw dolphins! Buck naked, out in the middle of nowhere (okay it was 23°18.5’N 109°24.5’W) Steve shouts “Look!” Sure enough, a small pod of about eight or so dolphins was playing on both sides of the boat. What looked like a mom and baby took lead at the stern of the boat and jumped and frolicked with us for about 5-10 minutes. This was a thrill for me because I had never seen (only heard) of these close appearances. Beautiful creatures, lighter in color than what we have in the northwest and huge! I was too excited to grab the camera so maybe next time I’ll get a shot. This cove was once a thriving little port bringing in supplies and shipping ore from silver mines and salt. Apparently old sunken anchors exist and resemble the dead such the name. Today there is a single restaurant, The Giggling Marlin and Steve and I had a fabulous dinner there last night. We bought a bag of ice which the bartender dumped in two big plastic bags and then we jumped in our dingy and headed back to the boat in total darkness. This particular dingy landing was quite the challenge as it was literally a vertical rock wall about 20 feet high with manmade steps (thankfully). This is Mexico, definitely not Hawaii and not for the less adventurous. Did I say life is really tough? Twenty other boats are anchored with us. We have yet to feel unsafe, and have not gotten sick. Last night at dinner I was reminded of the two rules of sailing by a skipper ready to leave port: No bananas on board and never leave port on a Friday….especially Friday the 13th. Went to bed at 8:00pm and woke at 4:30am to a glorious sunset (photo above), no fish on the hook for at least a week, life is really tough.
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