Showing posts with label Isla Partida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isla Partida. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Tour of the Southwestern Sea of Cortez


The anchorage where we stayed at southern Baja's Caleta Partida is an ancient 
volcanic caldera. Gorgeous. But first we had to GET there...



Two weeks before, Chris finished painting Espiritu's bottom at the 
San Carlos drydock, across the Sea of Cortez and 400 miles north.




We shook off the drydock blues by dipping our toes in the cold water 
with our fellow drydock pals of s/v Slow Flight



Finally Chris' hard work was done, and a freshly painted Espiritu 
was happily ker-plunked back in the water. 



Espiritu back in the San Carlos anchorage -- the first step to being back at sea!



Since Thanksgiving was only a couple of days away, we decided to stay in San Carlos to enjoy the holiday with our cruising friends before heading out into the great wide open once again.

We were invited to the home of our Dutch Canadian friends Theo and 
Marian for a Thanksgiving potluck. 

Someone actually baked a chocolate cake that looked like a giant Ding Dong!




A giant Ding Dong! I was so excited!


I hadn't seen an actual Ding Dong in 30 years. Filled with nostalgia for my American youth, I ran from person to person at the potluck exclaiming: "Look! A giant Ding Dong!'

Unfortunately for me, 95% of the 50 guests were Dutch or Canadian. 
Evidently they didn't have Ding Dongs in Canada or the Netherlands back in the 60's -- 
so instead of shared emotional nostalgia for the chocolaty cupcake treat of our youth,
 all I got was perplexed stares.

Looks like the Ding Dong was ME. So what else is new? Ah, well.



Starfish collection at Theo and Marian's waterfront home


After the delicious Thanksgiving holiday, it was time to pull anchor and begin the
 400+ mile journey south to La Paz on the Baja side. 




We said goodbye to our pals Cesar and Fernando at Barracuda Bobs.
These guys are salt of the earth.


We got a good weather window for the 90+ mile overnight sail 
southwest across the Sea of Cortez to San Juanico on the Baja side. 
The prediction was for fair winds and following seas -- every sailor's dream. 


Instead we got cold winds on the nose. 




Me sailing to weather on the cold, blustery crossing


When we arrived in San Juanico the next morning, we uttered the famous sailor's motto, 
exclaimed only when dropping the anchor after a hard, cold passage:

"Hook that bitch."

Ha! Indeed, we did. 



OK. The anchorage at San Juanico was cold and pretty,
 but at least we were back on the Baja side.


The anchorage was pretty calm, so we got a good night's sleep after the passage.

Weirdly, though, for the second time in recent memory, I was awakened by the haunting
 call of a Mexican owl in the middle of the night.



Hearing an owl is bad luck in Mexican lore. Creepy. 



We went ashore with s/v Notre Isle and Windcatcher to do a bit of desert exploring. We hoped
 to find  the Rancho we had visited months earlier about a mile into the desert.



The Mod Squad 

(AKA Gringos hiking into the Mexican desert)




I caught this snap of a striped snake next to the trail




We loved the sight of a wild horse running past 





Soon this real Mexican caballero approached on the road, 
so we new the Rancho was close by


Since it's nearly winter, the Rancho didn't have any fresh veggies for sale, 
but we checked in with the farm animals. 



This donkey at the Rancho was VEEERY happy to receive a free scratch


Speaking of donkeys, Mexico sells a very popular body wash called "Donkey's Milk."
It's so popular that it's often the only brand of body wash for sale on the shelf.
We've bought and used several bottles over the weeks and months here in Mexico.



Serious question: what in the heck is the main ingredient in silverly, 
shiny, slimy Donkey's Milk body wash? 


Honestly, we don't know, and we don't want to know.  :-/

But it works, and it's cheap. Moving on...





Check this out: These donkeys were untethered and freely roaming the rancho. As we approached, they appeared to be deep in conversation with the chickens in the henhouse. They turned to look at us as we approached, as if we were interrupting a very serious ranch animal top secret meeting.




Chickens to donkey: "Hey? Where ya goin? Is the meeting over?"





This goat had the original hipster beard.
 He came across cool without trying too hard.


After exploring the Rancho, we hiked the mile back across 
the desert to the beach and the anchorage.




Harley the boat dog of s/v Notre Isle, went way, way out during his swim




San Juanico beach




We found this giant scapula on the beach. From what species 
I know not. Maybe a horse or a cow?




Whispy clouds over cathedral rocks




This cathedral rock at the San Juanico anchorage was 100+ feet tall


The next day we pulled anchor and sailed south along 
the Baja to Puerto Escondido, our next destination




Sunrise on the gorgeous Sierra Gigante Mountains over Puerto Escondido






The mountain views here at Puerto Escondido were simply spectacular, and 
reminded us of Zion National Park in Utah. 

We stayed anchored in the Ellipse for 3 days while the norther blew threw. 

We had a music jam aboard with our new friends George and Sherlyn of s/v Believe.



Salty sea dog Lucy sleeps on the music while we jammed with s/v Believe





Chris and George of s/v Believe were amazingly able to laugh after an hour or two of frank discussion of the latest news of President elect Trump's cabinet appointments (The current Exxon-Mobil CEO, with absolutely NO diplomatic or government experience, for Secretary of State -- bada BING!) 


After the storm blew threw, we headed south again. Next stop, Agua Verde. 





A mule train ambles up the hill above the Agua Verde anchorage


We stayed one night at Agua Verde then headed south again at 
daybreak the next day for San Evaristo.




Our good buddies Bret and Marne had caught this marlin just 
outside San Evaristo a few months earlier.



Since a big norther with 25-30 knot winds was predicted to arrive in 24-48 hours, we decided to hightail it on out of there and head south to Caleta Partida, a famously beautiful anchorage between Isla Partida and Isla Espiritu Santo.




Me looking down onto the anchorage at beautiful Caleta Partida.
Espiritu and several other sailboats are visible off in the distance.






Our dinghy Swamp Bucket (yes, that's her name!) appears to be 
floating in space over the crystal clear water




We explored all over Caleta Partida





Unlimited visibility





Georgeous beach. Who needs the Saychelles when you've got the Sea of Cortez?




Cacti and steep cliffs on the wall of the caldera




We saw this horrifying bug here. Who knows what he is or what he's up to. 
Some sort of a flying tarantula? 





There were some cool caves here on Isla Partida. 
But trust me -- we did not enter in.  Maybe the hive or the nest, or whatever 
the hell you call the home of that big scary flying tarantula -- is just inside? 


After the latest norther blew through, we headed south one last time and finally 
arrived at our destination:


La Paz, Mexico


We'll be here at this bustling little Mexican working town through the holidays at least.

Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad!

XOXO Christobal y Liz 













Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Jewel of the Sea of Cortez



                         "The ocean is made of water -- H20 
                          Two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen. 
                          But there is a third thing that makes it water --
                           and we don't know what that is." 

                                                                  -- D.H. Lawrence 





Espiritu rests at Isla San Francisco


Chris and I finally pulled anchor in La Paz a week ago and headed north to explore the Sea of Cortez.

For the first time on this trip, we flew the spinnaker.



The former bowman is happy




troubleshooting


This Wimpy Cruiser (moi) is always nervous about hoisting a spinnaker, as the memory is still fresh of countless horrifying, spinnaker-flying brushes with death during our racing days.



Whelp




Holy crap!




I think that's Leonardo DiCaprio at the top there...


As you can see, this innocent looking, usually brightly colored swath of sailcloth can wreak havoc like no other piece of equipment on the boat.

But it also makes you fly...



Yeeeee Haw!

Anyway, despite my fear I didn't fight Captain Chris because I knew how much he wanted to pop that damn spinny. Thankfully the wind was light so actually, I was happy too...






The spinnaker and me, anxiety free!





As the map shows, we started at La Paz (at the bottom in white letters). Our itinerary 
would include Isla Partida and Isla San Francisco.





First stop: Ensenada Grande at Isla Partida


For the first time, I strapped on our spearfishing gear at Isla Partida and headed for the reef. I plan on becoming an expert spearfisherman by the end of our summer in the sea. 

The visibility was unlimited, but the few remaining coral were not healthy appearing. 



I was shocked to see a deadly Crown of Thorns 
sea star devouring the reef on Isla Partida


We've seen documentaries on the Crown of Thorns. It's a sea star that feeds on coral, and it's proliferating and destroying coral reefs all over the world due to overfishing of its predators (large fish). 

I got off one shot from the speargun, which missed my target (a large parrotfish) by a mile.  I spent 15 minutes fumbling and bumbling in the sand trying to reload the thing, but this Wimpy Cruiser was too weak and incompetent, and reloading proved harder and more complicated than I originally thought.

 Ah, well. Looks like spaghetti for dinner tonight. 

The next morning, we headed ashore for a hike.




I was surprised by the greenery along the well kept trail





This desert hare let us get incredibly close. I've heard rabbit stew is tasty grub. 
Maybe I should go grab the speargun...? 






The geology of the island looked like a melting chocolate cake, which kinda put me in the mood for the tasty, decadent, sugary treat. Sadly, on a desert island in the Sea of Cortez, there is no actual chocolate cake anywhere to be found, which is probably a good thing.




This cave looks like it drops directly into hell. 
Needless to say, we did not enter.




Another gorgeous yet foreboding cave on Isla Partida


After a couple of lovely days here, we headed north for the short hop to Isla San Francisco. 

True story: We have 7,500 songs on our iPod. As we approached Isla San Francisco, I had the iPod on "shuffle." And what song should pop up?

"When the Lights Go Down In The City," by 80's supergroup Journey.

A song about...SAN FRANCISCO!



Lyrics to the song



And -- not only are we visiting Isla San Francisco, we're also on a JOURNEY!

Whoa.    ;-)





The Jewel of the Sea of Cortez



We climbed to the top of the mountain to get the de-riguer shot of Espiritu in the middle of the bay. There is a pretty good trail which we ecstatically climbed. We couldn't believe we were here. 

There was some dicey class IV-V rock scrambling at the very tippy top of the mountain (meaning there is at least a slight risk of death). Since we have mountaineering and rock climbing experience we took several deep breaths, planned our route together, and went for it.

 Emerging victorious from the exposed area, we bounded down the trail on the other side -- giddy with the life-affirming joy one earns after surviving slightly risky adventures in the wild.



Chris looks down on the trail winding before us on the hills below. 
That's a couple of hundred feet down on the right. 




A slightly bloody knee was my souvenir of the 
kinda-sorta-scary-but-worth-it climb




There are some salt mines on the island. As everyone knows, salt is 
my drug of choice (I can handle it, because my BP remains 116/70. Anyway, come-on, 
I've given up chocolate cake...what do you want from me?).
 I was in ecstasy!  




I felt like Tony Montana in Scarface. Only with salt. 




Chris gently holds the skeleton of one 
who had been here before

Day 2 of spearfishing -- still no kills but I did manage to reload the thing myself after much practice. Also, I had a couple of bounce-offs and I hit one poor guy in the eye before he scampered away in terror. 

Sigh. I actually tossed and turned that night worrying about the fate of the wrasse with the blown out eye. Was he in pain? Was there any way I could possibly bring him some tylenol? Or maybe a little fish-sized eyepatch?

Anyway, I'll keep working on my spearfishing skills. 




Yes. Spearfishing is sexy. 



That evening, we watched a spectacular full moon pop over the mountain at dusk.



A magical full moon lights up the bay just after sundown. 


After another night of fluky, sometimes quite blustery Coromel winds, we pulled anchor again to head north. But our chart plotter, which had been dogging us with malfunction after malfunction over the past several months, failed again. 

Captain Chris made the decision to turn around and return to La Paz to deal with the problem.

Sigh. 

It made me think of a quote I had recently read in People Magazine:

"All challenges can be met with joy."

I know, I know. People magazine? Sorry, I always cite my sources, no matter how embarrassing. Anyway, I don't even remember what the context was, but the quote was so simple and powerful that it stuck with me. 

We're a bit disappointed because our good friends aboard LeaHona, Interabang and pretty much every other buddy boat of ours have all sailed north. 

But I'm not completely alone...




Me and my buddy Angelica at our favorite 
local hangout Super Burro -- together again. 


So, for the time being, we're back in La Paz dealing with the chart plotter issue...with joy.