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We’re still here!

Wow! I can’t believe it’s been over a month since our last post! It has been a busy month, so let me take a moment to catch you all up on us Gilberts.

First of all, we took the second YWAM group out for a day sail, enjoying another great day with fun people, this time Spanish-speakers. With the help of a translator, our minimal Spanish and their minimal English we managed beautifully!

Another highlight of early August was a fun dinner with some good friends we’ve met while here, Al and Gillian (fellow believers, have a boat across the dock from ours but live in an apartment in town). At the time Al & Gillian were also housing a couple from Venezuela, Aris & Luis, who gave us a cooking lesson making the traditional Venezuelan staple of arrepas – a corn flour based thick tortilla-like patty. You can fry them in oil or dry, then slice them open like a pita to fill with delicious meat and vegetable fillings. We had a delightful evening with all, eating and laughing until late in the night.

l to r: Kristin attempting the selfie, Gillian, Karis, Luis (hamming it up), Aris, John & Toby. Sorry we missed Al.

The biggest highlight of the month of August was our visit from Grandma Nini (John’s mom) for a week and a half!! We rented a home in the Centro District of Mazatlan so we could all enjoy some A/C and a little more elbow room. 🙂

The Villa was right on Plaza Zaragosa and at the time there was a market/exhibition highlighting a couple of the states of Mexico. We were treated to their music and dancing right out our windows one afternoon!

We had rented a car for the visit and one afternoon we took a drive towards Durango. Mazatlan is on the coast, obviously, while Durango is a ways up in the mountains to the east. As we assended into the mountains the temperature dropped quickly and we found ourselves in thick clouds and fog. It was a dramatic change from all we’d seen and experienced in Mazatlan!

Impressive mountain views on the road to Durango.

Grandma Nini’s visit was filled with fabulous food – both in and out. (Sigh, In n Out, wish we could have some!!) Anyway, if you ever make it to Mazatlan, you must eat at Hector’s – have the Argentinian steak dinner, or the Arm Drip sandwich, or the crusted salmon, or the raviolis. All delicious!!  🙂

After delivering Grandma Nini to the airport for her flight back home, we turned our attention to our water tanks. We’d never given them a thorough cleaning and it was well overdue. The slightly tinted water coming from the tap after sailing with the 2nd YWAM group gave us the heads up on that! We cut open access ports in the top of each tank, scrubbed off the growing algae, filled them up again with water and a good amount of bleach, let it all sit for a bit, then flushed it all out with fresh water. After receiving some fittings from Grandma & Grandpa (for some reason Amazon wouldn’t ship them to us here, but thanks to DHL and G & G we got them in 4 days!) we were back in business!

The port side water tank, clean and closed up.

I’ll wrap up now and leave you with a few more pics from the past few weeks. We’re still sweating away, but really glad to be here in Mazatlan for these months. We hear the real hurricane-threat month for this area is October, so we’re not out of the woods yet as far as storms go. And witnessing Irma these past few days is sobering. We continue to seek God’s leading and direction for us now and over the coming months.

Sailing with YWAM

Hola! Como esta? This is me, Karis, writing to you from the s/v (sailing vessel) Salt & Light, currently in Mazatlan. When we first got to Marina Mazatlan, one fun and interesting thing that we noticed was a large steel hulled motorboat a few slips down the dock from us. It was a vessel that was being renovated so that it could be used by YWAM (Youth With a Mission) to reach remote areas of the Sea of Cortez. What was even more crazy is that the family who owned the boat lived in the bay area and even knew some of our extended family from the church that they went to! Through them, we got in touch with some of the other YWAM people, and learned a lot about their base in Mazatlan.

Amazing Grace, the YWAM ship, is the big blue boat

Most of the programs which YWAM runs start off at one of their many Discipleship Training Schools (or DTS, for short). These students commit to three months of training and classes, and then they relocate for two more months to do hands on outreach. When someone signs up, they can request to do certain things during their months of outreach, and among the possibilities, you could ask for time on their ships. Since the ship in Mazatlan isn’t quite up and running yet, they wondered if we might take some of their students out sailing instead of going out in their own ship. They could get experience boating firsthand, learn terminology, rules, safety, and some sailing fundamentals. We talked it over, and came to the conclusion that doing it would enable us to get to know some new people and force us to go sailing regularly. Those good things outweighed the work that would need to be put into getting our boat ready.

Our plan was to leave in the morning and motor over to Isla Venado, a small island just off shore, anchor near the island’s beach, and stay there until the afternoon winds picked up. At that point we would sail for the rest of the afternoon, and in the evening head back to the marina. It sounds like a long day, and it was, but the tides restricted our freedom concerning when we could enter and exit the marina. We thought it would be a good idea to do a trial run first before we took anyone else out with us, and so on a Wednesday we took off and had a very hot day.

There was no cloud cover at all until the late afternoon, and the strong tropical sun beat down on us, sapping sweat and energy equally fast. After we anchored we sought the relief of the water and all jumped in with our fins, masks and scrapers for some hull cleaning. We were all in the water for a long time, playing and cleaning. You’d never think that cleaning barnacles and seaweed off the underside of our boat would be so fun, but most of us really like it. We sailed off the anchor around four o’clock, and started making our way back as best as we could. Unfortunately, we were headed into the light wind which made it slow going. We got back late and had an easy, if unorthodox dinner of cereal before heading straight to bed.

Friday evening, the night before we’d be taking the group out, we had a considerable thunderstorm, which proved quite impossible to sleep through. We had made the mistake of leaving our windows and hatches open, which let a considerable amount of water in where it shouldn’t have been. In the morning, it was still raining so we were doubtful of how successful the day would be. Nevertheless the group showed up and, after making introductions all around, they climbed aboard and we promptly set out hoping that the favorable weather forecast wouldn’t let us down. Leaving the harbor the rain thankfully lessened and then came to a complete stop. As we motored over to the islands, Dad went over fundamental boat rules and expressions that are universal for both sailboats and powerboats.

Having spent much time in marinas or on the boat, I’m accustomed to the people around me having a more thorough understanding of nautical gear and systems than I do. As Dad began asking basic questions to gauge their knowledge level, however, I realized that I was at the top of the class. (At least I would have been if Toby and I had been allowed to answer any of the questions!) We reached Isla Venado, also called Deer Island, and anchored with little difficulty before cooling off in the water. After swimming and hiking on the island, we enjoyed lunch and a nap here and there. Eventually the wind picked up sufficiently for sailing, so we raised the anchor and introduced them to the joys and challenges of sailing for the rest of the day. Arriving back at our slip in Marina Mazatlan around 7:30, we were just in time for a vivid orange and pink sunset. Everyone was wiped out from a good, long day on and in the water.

Smiles at the end of our day!
End of a long, good day

Overall it went very well – everyone learned and had fun and got a little more familiar with sailing vernacular – but the real challenge will come next time. You see, in the next group that we will be taking out only one of the students speaks English. We’re not quite sure how all of it will work out, but I imagine Google translate and a lot of gesticulating will be involved. We’ll let you know…

Dock 2

By way of introduction to this post, Toby and Karis have an on-going assignment to be taking pictures, specifically of a person, a place, and a thing, hopefully every day. Then, once a week, they are to write about one picture from each of the categories. The following is Toby’s writing on a place.

Photographic Journal 8

 

 

 

 

 

For this week’s place I actually picked three different pictures of the same place: Dock 2. Dock 2 is the dock that our boat is on, at least right now. It’s right between dock 3 and the boat yard. Nope, we don’t know why there’s no dock 1 either. Being on dock 2 has its upsides and downsides. The most noticeable thing about it (at least I think so) is that it is the furthest dock from the office/lounge/bathroom facilities. This means that a walk to the restroom will usually take at least five minutes one way. It can be annoying and frustrating, but it might actually be a good thing, because it forces us to do more walking than we normally would. Blessings in disguise, I guess. Another good distance related characteristic of our dock is that it is also the furthest away from the restaurants/bars that are on the waterfront by the marina. Most of the places don’t even really get going in the evening until after eight or nine, and when they do start things up they, almost always have loud annoying music pumping. So, I guess out of all the docks at this marina, I probably would pick dock 2 anyway, unless, of course, we could stay on dock 1.

So enough about me…

Thanks to the blog, I’ve been spending more than a little time thinking about myself lately.  Even though it’s purpose is to keep you informed on what and how we’re doing and why, I felt inspired to praise some people who have inspired us as of late.  Names have not been changed to protect the “guilty.” 🙂

Ensenada marina

Most marinas (including Ensenada’s, where we were at the time of this anecdote) have what’s called a “cruiser’s net” on the VHF radios every morning.  Local, interested boats will check in then listen for emergencies, new arrivals, imminent departures, weather, trades, current events, favorite restaurants, and so forth.  Now it was Saturday morning before the check-in and I faced a dilemma.  I’d felt Led to offer a Sunday Bible study to the Net, but I was also dragging my feet.  To make matters worse, Kristin had “out-ed” my idea just the night before to our very supportive friends, Mark & Jean.

Probably more out of shame than obedience, I picked up the transceiver and threw down the gauntlet:

“This is Salt & Light.”

“Go ahead Sultan Light.”  (The steadfast deafness of the Net host was new every morning.)

“Yeah, we’re normally church-going folk, but we don’t know of any churches around here.  If anyone would like to come over to our boat and do a Bible study with us, we’ll be waiting on dock C at 10am tomorrow.  Over.”

Of course there’s more to that story, but what matters for now is that this is how we met Ernie.  What you need to understand is that I could paint a very accurate picture of Ernie and you just might end up thinking, “How annoying!”  Ernie is a chatty-Cathy who can’t take one step outside without saying “Jesus Christ” – but I mean in a good way.  He infused every conversation with His passionate love and need for Jesus.  (I think he even shared his testimony with us the first time we met, and the second!)   He bathed every hobby he had, every favor he did, with the cause of Christ.

You can imagine then that Ernie knew everyone, and for darn sure everyone knew Ernie.  But what amazed me was that everyone I met considered Ernie – albeit unusual – the best of guys.  Not only did he wear his Faith on his sleeve, he rolled those sleeves up all the time to lend a hand or an ear or his time or a ride.  Even our neighbor, a Berkeley-hardened atheist, freely admitted that if more Christians lived like Ernie he’d have some re-thinking to do.

To call Ernie my hero would be weird for both of us.  We’ll call him my big brother in the Lord.  He was smaller than me, and younger than me both physically and spiritually.  But Ernie has recklessly abandoned his plans and pride to the Lord in a way that powerfully inspires me and convicts me (it depends on the day).  Whether he’s taking Bibles on his ship to the needy in Mexico or turning wrenches on the Baja 500, or helping everyone with everything all the time I am fortunate to call this man not just my friend, but my Brother in Christ.  Thanks for sharing Life with as many of us as you can.  May we live it and give it as freely and genuinely as do you.

Settling back into Mazatlan!

We’re back! Back in Mexico that is. We had a wonderful 5 weeks in California and were so thankful to see as many of you as we did! To those of you we missed, so sorry! You’ll just have to come down here now to get your hugs! 🙂

Here are some highlights of our time in CA:

We spent the first week up at Grandma Nini’s (John’s mom’s) and kept busy with a few projects around her place including John reorganizing her workbench and the kids moving a large pile of firewood into her woodshed.

Week two was spent in Davis with Grandma and Grandpa (my parents), and we tackled a few more projects including clearing/cleaning out the side yard and Toby getting his driver’s permit/practicing driving so he could get his driver’s license. (He successfully passed his driver’s test a couple weeks later!!) We also had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend there with my brother and his family, too!

The next few weeks were spent in the Bay Area (huge thank you to the Robersons for housing us!!) making whatever connections we could. We had many delicious meals and delightful hours spent with many of you – it was such a blessing to reconnect with you all! As I sit here now writing this, I’m missing you all now and want to zip right back up so I can pop over for a walk or coffee or something!

We began the drive back to our boat on the 15th of June. Our last meal in CA before leaving the country was the same as the first one we had when we entered the country. 🙂

Love our In-N-Out!!

Driving up through Mexico we had only driven on the toll roads – they are better roads but also set us back around $50 in all. We decided on the drive back down to take a different route for part of the way, mostly for a change of scenery. The new route took us down to the very northern tip of the Sea of Cortez and along its coastline for a bit.

Sea of Cortez

It was nice to see things other than the dry, desert-y land we’d seen much of already. However, the non-toll roads, at times, left MUCH to be desired! This picture doesn’t do justice to the prevalence of pot-holes along some stretches!!

And this wasn’t the worst of it!

On day 3 we arrived back at home and began the settling back in process. We had rented the car partly so that we could bring back with us many boat-related items we knew would be easier to get in CA. We ended up with more things than we’d first anticipated; the car was packed to the gills – John sitting on the trunk to get it closed!! Needless to say, the unpacking/putting away of things took some time. But it was with thankful hearts and bodies that we fell into our own beds that night for the first time in 5+ weeks.

Sunset welcoming us home

Since we’ve been back we’ve been acclimating to the heat and humidity. People keep looking at us like we’re crazy to be here for the summer – the hottest, wettest months of the year. I just keep hosing myself down periodically to stay cool. 🙂

In the past week we’ve connected a bit more with YWAM and the local church we attended before our trip home. And we’re meeting some of our dock neighbors and local business owners. We continue to pray and ask for God’s guidance in where and how to be spending the time we have here. On another fun note, walking down the path here at the marina last week we looked up to see Bob, a friend we’d met through another friend back in Alameda. He and his wife Simone had made it here on their boat about the same time we did! They are back home in CA for the summer, leaving the boat here (on the next dock across from ours!!), but Bob was down for a few days to get a part off the boat that needed repairs. It was great fun sharing a lunch and dinner with him before he flew home!

I’ll leave you with a few various pics from our CA trip.

AMEN!!

Update on our adventure

So a few things have happened in the past couple of weeks.

First of all, on May 2nd, we celebrated Toby’s 18th birthday! (Where does the time go?!) We started the day off with a beach visit where Toby got to surf a bit. Later, we hopped a bus to go to the movies. At bigger theaters, new release movies often have showings in English with subtitles. And it’s a cheap outing in Mexico – tickets for the four of us, popcorn and a bag of M&M’s all for less than $15!!!

Next new thing: we decided to move our boat to the other marina in Mazatlan, sadly leaving our resort environment. 🙁 We learned that the dock water wasn’t as potable as we’d been led to believe, and we never felt fully comfortable with how securely we were able to tie up at the slips there. SO, our boat is now more securely tied up at Marina Mazatlan where we will keep it through October.

Farewell sunset in El Cid

Another new thing: we’ve attended a local church for a couple of Sundays and are looking forward to getting more connected. They have many community centers around Mazatlan where they reach out to the neighborhoods with meals and more. In particular, they do an outreach each Wednesday to the community living at the dump, bringing lunches and hope. We haven’t been able to join in with one of these outings yet, but plan/hope to soon.

The newest thing: one reason we haven’t been able to do the above is that we decided on a trip to the states …. now! We rented a car Tuesday, had it for errands around Mazatlan Wednesday, then hit the road for CA Thursday! It’s been a long road trip, but, as I type this, we are recovering in a comfy hotel room in Milpitas! The timing has worked out perfectly for us to make it to a gathering at my brother’s to celebrate Mother’s Day AND his 50th bday! Apparently this month was one for milestone birthdays!

So for those of you in CA, we’re around for the next few weeks, splitting our time between Bangor, Davis and Bay Area. We look forward to seeing as many of you as we can, and if any of  you Bay Area folk have some floor space we can sleep on, let us know! 🙂

I’ll leave you with some pics from our drive up.

Common sight- bikes ridden on side of the road – even highways!
First meal in California. MMMM!

Almost May in Mazatlan!!

Yep, here we are in Mazatlan!! After much thought, prayer, conversation, and debate, we have finally landed on the plan to have our boat here in Mazatlan for the duration of the hurricane season – June through October. We will be in a marina and on the boat for most of that time, hopefully connecting with the community beyond the marina, maybe taking some Spanish classes, and looking for ways to be Salt and Light. Let us know if you have any Mazatlan knowledge we can benefit from! We are also hoping to make a trip home soon and hope to see many of you – get ready for some hugs!

We left La Paz Tuesday morning for the roughly 250 nm trip over to the mainland. We were able to sail almost half of the time, arriving here late Thursday afternoon. The passage was pretty uneventful (aside from my brief mal de mer episode – note to self: don’t decide to clean the hot, stuffy, smelly bathroom while under way). The two overnights were star-filled (and I saw a handful of shooting ones my first night); a new moon meant that there was little of it to see. John was visited on his first night’s watch by a group of dolphin that could be seen in the water by the streak of lit up bioluminescence they left in their wake. We never cease to marvel at the beauty of it! We enjoyed our time having the sails up and even had jib, staysail, main and mizzen all up at one point!

Karis reading up on our upcoming destination

We have yet to see much of Mazatlan, but look forward to exploring and becoming familiar with our new temporary home. The marina we are at right now (and probably will stay at, although there is another marina nearby we could move to) is located in the El Cid resort so we are able to enjoy all of its amenities including pools, air conditioned bathrooms and showers, water shuttle to nearby beach, and even “room service” to our boat if we wanted! The most appreciated perk, though, is that the water at the docks is potable so we don’t have to lug 5 gallon bottles down to fill our water tanks while we’re here. This has not been the case at most of the other marinas we’ve visited.

“Our” pool, swimming caves and all!

We’ve noticed the change in climate here. It is a bit more humid, which translates into more greenery which we are enjoying! We’re not quite in the lush tropical zone of Mexico, but compared to the desert-y climate of much of Baja California, Mazatlan is far less dusty, dry and brown. We hear we’ll be recipients of almost daily afternoon thundershowers in the summer – that’ll be new for us! We’ve seen iguanas all around, and several new birds – Karis says we’ve added mangrove swallows, white ibis, a tri-colored heron, brown boobies, and possibly a kind of cara cara to our bird list.

Enough for now. Our love to you all and hope we get to see many of you in the near future! We’ll post our travel plans when we know them.

Cristo Vive!!

Happy Easter to you all! We celebrated Jesus’s resurrection this morning by attending a local church here in La Paz, a bilingual church with a great mix of locals and gringos. 🙂 It was fun listening to the sermon in English, then trying to understand it again as it was translated into Spanish. And it was a joy to celebrate with fellow believers, sharing in the joy of the day regardless of our nationality – we were all citizens of His kingdom.

I wanted to share a few additional highlights from our week on the islands of Espirto Santos and Partida. First of all, we caught our second fish! This time it was a pacific bonito, a bit smaller than our first catch, but big enough to feed us nicely our first night out. John grilled it up for us with a couple of sliced zucchini, and we ate well!!

Secondly, the mabula rays. These are a smaller version of the huge manta rays that we’ve heard are in parts nearby. The first two anchorages we were in had tons of the mabulas. We could see them swimming around in the water, sometimes on their own, sometimes in large groups. The most fun, though, was when they would jump out of the water and smack back down, sometimes sounding as loud as a gunshot echoing off the walls surrounding us. And sometimes they would jump 3 or 4 times in a row: up, smack, up, smack, up, smack. We tried to get some pictures, but they were too quick for our camera skills.

Thirdly, the continued ups and downs of anchoring. So far our anchor has served us well and held in some pretty decent wind and swells, but with certain conditions we continue to worry about the possibility of it dragging. The third night out we were in a smallish cove with steep rocky walls on 2 sides, a nice sandy beach in between them and the open water out the other direction. We’d been warned about a particular wind (coromuel) that can come up in this area and make many of these anchorages problematic – mostly because it comes from the SW. These anchorages are open to the water in that direction, and because of that, both the wind and the swells it kicks up can make for a worrisome and rocky night. That’s what we had that night. Once again, though, come morning (after a night of John waking up periodically to check our position) we found that our anchor had held.

I find this such a parallel to our walk of faith with God – He is our anchor, holding us firmly and securely in His grasp, yet I find myself repeatedly questioning, doubting, worrying about where we’re headed, how we’ll get there, what to do when we get there. When will I rest in Him completely, fully trusting, fully surrendered to His perfect will for us? I am there sometimes and continue to pray that each day will find me there more and more.

A few more highlights: the snorkeling Toby mentioned – I continue to be amazed at the beauty and diversity of creatures in the water: we saw many balloon fish, triggers, sergeant majors, angel fish, rays, turtles (from our boat), whales (from a distance), coral, a crown of thorns feeding on the coral, several kinds of eels, and much more that I’ve not identified by name. New birds that we’ve seen: a cactus wren, some kind of woodpecker variety that lives in the cactus (ask Karis, she knows), and mostly, I was thrilled to spy a blue footed booby – yes they DO have blue feet!! We enjoyed a great hike on the north end of Partida, marveling at the Mars-like landscape and amazing views. The full moon rising over the Sea of Cortez our second to last night out was amazing, as was it’s setting and the sunrise the next morning. One last fun note, at our last anchorage, we were in about 15 ft of water, an easy swim for Toby to go down and check on the anchor. The last morning, just to see if he could, Toby swam down to our anchor, pulled it up by hand, and walked it across the sandy bottom 10 or so yards. It took several breaths, but he successfully moved it!

Our first night back in La Paz we made it into town for dinner out. The whole week between Palm Sunday and Easter is a huge celebration down here – Semana Santo (Holy Week) – and the Malecon (long boardwalk along the waterfront) was crowded with families out enjoying the warm evening air, the beautiful water, and each other. We enjoyed the same with them and hope you, too, are able to enjoy many blessings from our faithful Anchor.

We are in the midst of praying for His faithful leading of us for the next many months. We continue to appreciate your prayers as well, and we’ll let you know what we know when we know. 🙂

PS, sorry for my wordiness and the lack of pictures in this post, check Toby’s last post to see pics from the anchorages and hike and all. 🙂

Isla de Espiritu Santo

Espiritu Santo

Hello, Toby here for this next post. We got to La Paz Sunday April 2nd. After staying there for a few days, we left on the following Thursday for some islands just a short ways away – maybe two hours. We had heard lots of good things about the islands of Espiritu Santo and Partida, and we were excited to be able to go spend some sort of “vacation” time there. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I think of islands, I usually picture crystal blue water, endless white sand beaches, good waves, and lush palm trees. These islands did have some of these things, but certainly not all of them (I just didn’t want you to have the wrong picture in your mind). Even so, it was a really nice place. It did in fact have crystal clear blue water in some of the anchorages, and it also had some nice beaches. The only things missing were the waves and palm trees – actually any trees. What it lacked in foliage, it made up for in snorkeling potential. At all of the anchorages we stopped at, there was at least “acceptable” snorkeling, but at some of the spots that went up to “very good” snorkeling.

Another thing that we had been looking forward to was the warmer water. For the most part, we got what we wanted. If I had to guess the water temperature (I know, we still don’t have a thermometer), I would say that it was somewhere in the low seventies. It was more than warm enough to jump in without a wetsuit and swim around for maybe an hour. Once that hour was up though, it started to feel a little too chilly. Anytime we knew we were going to be spending a more extended length of time in the water, we just threw on our wetsuits for extra comfort.

So, after about a week at Espiritu Santo, we came back to La Paz on Thursday the 13th. Now we are planning on staying here for about a week, using this time to prayerfully decide what our next step should be. There are lots of different directions we can go from here (literally and figuratively), so your prayers would be much appreciated. We all enjoyed our time on the islands and are now looking forward to deciding what to do next!

Los Frailes to La Paz

As you can tell from what Dad wrote, when the anchor was set in Los Frailes’s sandy bottom, we were pretty darn tired. The next day was largely uneventful aside from Toby and I jumping in the water and swimming around for a few hours. The water was a splendid not too warm temperature (in the seventies, we think) that was also beautifully clear. Toby even swam to the bottom, thirty some odd feet, and saw some balloonfish which are close relatives of pufferfish. The next day proceeded in a similar unhurried manner with the only thing on our to do list being deciding on a good time to leave. We decided on the following morning (Friday) at about five o’clock – we wanted to get an early start because we knew that there wouldn’t be wind to sail and if we started soon enough we could avoid the some of the swells that could come up later.

I already knew that I was not a morning person, and because there had been nothing to wake up for in a while, I was feeling horribly sleep deprived with my scanty eight hours. Boy, eight feels not even worth mentioning compared with the good solid twelve that I’ve let myself get used to. Regardless of my bleary eyes, all went well, and we hauled anchor without a problem and motored steadily until the afternoon when we raised our jib and sailed the rest of the way to Bahia de los Muertos (yes, that does mean bay of the dead). There were about half a dozen other boats in the anchorage and we pulled up next to them and anchored at about 3:30 in the afternoon. We had a little difficulty in anchoring, just because of the other boats and a stubborn wind in an unfavorable direction.

Bahia de los Muertos is a reliable anchorage in north winds, we had strong south winds for the majority of our first afternoon/evening there, shifting to westerly and stronger later that night. Considering that fact, Dad stayed up all night, just in case anything went wrong (when the wind shifts enough, the anchor can pull out and possibly drag if it doesn’t reset). The next day we guessed that the winds had been gusting possibly up to 30 knots that night. We figured that if our anchor had held in that much wind last night, we could all sleep sound that next night, including a very tired Dad. In the morning we decided on leaving at 6 the next day (Sunday) for La Paz, showers, bathrooms, laundry, ac power, unrestricted fresh water, and other comforts of a marina.
We knew ahead of time that sailing was unlikely (winds too light), but I was still looking forward to a sunny day on the blue green water. The passage was pleasantly uneventful, the engine ran without a hitch, and everything went well. We saw lots of boats as we got closer to the large port of La Paz, and it reminded us of San Francisco Bay in that all of the boats were more nervous and irritable in the closer quarters. Coming into the bay you could see lots of resorts, people on the beaches, and even five huge water-slides coming down off of a cliff into the clear Mexican water. All around, steep red brown mountains covered in cactus and dead grasses rose around the sandy beaches. We got to the marina of our choice, there are plenty in la Paz, and have settled in for a few days.