Muertos Cove to La Paz

While at Muertos Cove we met Astrologer (Megan and Chris). They were headed to La Paz also.  Stormvogel, Astrologer and Mark decided to pass through the Cerralvo Channel at high tide which would be at about 3 or 4 am.  We all took a naps so we could leave at 1am.  I am sick with a stomach bug.  I tried to stay up on first watch and did not make it.  We were in the lead because again, Mark has the charts and good radar and sonar.  After 2 hours we were in the channel.  Mark said the luminescence was wild.  The Cerralvo Island is a National Park.  The waters are filled with life.  Either side of the boat had five to six feet spread away from the boat filled with color made by the waves.  I saw this later at an anchorage.  The life that is luminescent is a very tiny spot but when you disturb the water it all goes together.  It looked like what they did on Avatar (the movie).

The reason they wanted to hit high tide in the channel it so the current would push them through.  Otherwise we would be fighting a very strong current against us.  We hit it just right and it took 2 and 1/2 hours to navigate the channel.  We caught the tide just right, current pushing us from starboard, minimum waves (3-4 ft). When we got out of the narrow part of it the water turned to glass.

Mark woke me at 8:30am to take the wheel so he could fish before getting to La Paz.  We passed through the last channel on this trip, San Lorenzo. with no problem.  At Pta Prieta we turned to go in to the La Paz Channel where we would stay for about a month.

It was a very long ride up through the harbor making it a very safe harbor.  We planned on staying one week but the winter winds came and the harbor captain closed the harbor to traffic.  They wind was sometimes 40 knots in the safe harbor.  Out in the sea would have been worse and they would not come save you if you left.

La Paz is a very nice, clean,  and friendly city.  So far on our trip we did not need to learn spanish.  Most people speak english or understand it well enough to get everything we needed. Marina Cortez has floating docks so the wind was a little more at this marina than others, but no one else had a spot big enough for our boat.

Wayne preparing Stormvogel for passage.

Stormvogel at anchor

Muertos Cove Restuarant

Fancy Mexican buildings.

Last sunset at Muertos Cove




Astrologer

Hello Marina Cortez

Welcome party at Marine Cortez dock

Welcome dancer on the streets of La Paz

Bahia Los Frailes to Muertos Cove

 When the storm passed we headed out of Fraelis with Stormvogel (from Ventura California) on a course to Muertos Cove. He lead the way as his engine is smaller than ours.  Winds were 10-12 knots.

  After some time we realized that he was sitting dead in the water.  After hailing him on the VHF radio, he said he had an engine problem.  We waited and he started again only to stop over and over again. Finally he could not get the motor to run again.  Mark offer to come to his boat.  They discussed the issues and what he had done.  I think he did not know us that well and he was totally exhausted.  He told us to go on to Muertos Cove and he would sail there. It was late in the afternoon.

We anchored in sand in a large safe harbor.  About 7am the next morning Stormvogel hailed us requesting a tow into the harbor.  He was 1.6 nm south of us.  The waters were very calm.  Serena was at the helm and Mark handled  the tow line.  Wayne was our the top.  He said he could not sleep or eat until the engine was fixed while he was out.  Mark went over to his boat and found the problem. One of the fuel lines at the filter had collapsed.  Wayne had check so many things with the engine and bypassed everything that he could.  He just got tired and could not think any more.  At this point Wayne felt he could take a nap.  We went to shore for dinner later and discussed when to leave for La Paz.

Stormvogel waiting to be towed.

Wayne at the bow of Stormvogel as we give him a tow.

Cabo San Carlos to Bahia Los Frailes

 We stayed only one night in Cabo San Lucas Harbor.  It was not crowned in the anchorage and the waves were all from the wave runners.  When the sun dropped the water activity stopped and the beach parties started.  We slept good with ear plugs. The music did not stop until after midnight.

 The next day we sailed over to the sister city of Cabo San Carlos.  We docked there for 2 nights.  It is a very small village with a nice affordable dock. We had some good food met more people, fueled up and filled up with water and food.

  We traveled with Stormvogel when we set a course for Bahia Los Frailes.   Wayne a solo sailor had her built in Taiwan in the late 70s.  She is beautiful and still looks new.  Wayne did not have the charts of these waters as he usually goes to Alaska in the summer with Stormvogel.  This was his first trip to Mexico and he was not that comfortable in these waters yet. We let him set the pace.  The winds did get up to about 20 knots on the nose and the waves were 5-10 ft at the beginning of the day. We only turned back to try and retrieve a kayak that had gone over in one of the waves.  We had tried to deploy the mainsail in the high wind and it did not go well.  Mark noticed the kayak leaving but we had to pull in the mainsail most of the way before we turned back.  We found it water logged and had a hard time getting to it in the high waves. I considered it a practice rescue. We tried and gave up after Mark hurt his back , I had bent a nice pole hook , a knife from the back of the boat fell in the water and finally a canvas was torn as we tried to use the wench to pull the kayak.  Now I had a canvas to repair. The kayak came with the boat and was nothing special.  We gave the other one away in La Paz and plan to get some stand up paddle boards or set upon kayaks (these were the sit in lake style).

We caught up to Stormvogel in no time.  We pulled into Frailes 6 hours after leaving Cabo San Carlos.  We had traveled 34 nautical miles.  Anchored in 40 ft of water on a shelf.

 We hunkered down in this bay for 3 days waiting for the wind to die down some.  We had plenty of company.  We did not even get the dingy down because we did not want to go out in such high wind in such a small boat.  We talked to the other boats over the VHF radio.

  Our friends from Singularity sent us an email about the couple we met in Ausincion on Yachtcruz.  They were missing at sea.  They fueled up at Turtle Bay and headed north to San Diego but never made it.  They sent a distress message to the Mexican Navy around Jan. 7th.  At the time we received the email it was Jan. 12th already.  We would not find out their fate for another 2 weeks.

Mag Bay to Cabo San Lucas

Left Mag Bay at 0700 to go out with the tide. Coming into Mag Bay the tide was going out also and it was strong. So we knew better than to go against the tide a second time. No wind so motored in the morning. Just outside the bay we saw a spectacular display of 2 whales breaching together, just like synchronized swimming. Did not have a camera ready. It was exciting.

Mark put his fishing pole out after lunch.  It was only out about 30 mins. and snagged something.  Mark ran out and to get it and one of his docksider shoes flew off the boat.  We had both sails up so we couldn't just turn back for it. He got to the pole and saw it was a larger fish this time. He told me the pull in the headsail, which is easy to do with one person. The mail sail is a different story so we left it up. He fought with this fish for about 30 min. He had me turning in circles following the fish trying to tire him out. We must have looked like we were having trouble because 2 sail boats saw us and hailed us to see if we needed help.

  Mark   did get the fish which was a dorado close enough to the boat and I got the gaft and managed to hook it. It was very heavy to get on the boat; we both had to lift it.  Mark did clean it right away but we were both too tired to cook it that night. We ate on this fish for several weeks.  It is very fluorescent yellow and seeing it in the blue water, it looked green like an alien until we got it out of the water.

Mark with his largest catch yet, a 30 pound dorado.

Cabo arch

Cabo city from the Pacific side

Mark's dorado

Cabo beach at night time.

The Ritz at Cabo

Cabo rocks with end of cruise ship.

Loads of condos all around Cabo.

Cabo San Lucas Harbor

Abreojos to Magdalena Bay

 Got ready to leave Abreojos by pulling the line from the lobster pot that we had snagged as we archored the previous night. It was caught on the rudder and Mark was able to get it off without cutting it.  We set out about 0830, light wind so we were motor sailing as we have been the whole way down the coast from Washington.

Mark set up his fishing line.  He was very surprised to get a fish so quickly.  He had only had it out for about 10 seconds.  As his lure hit the water he was a fish skip across the top of the water to catch his lure.  We did not have a bucket or knife ready.  It was a wahoo and not that big so it was not much of a mess. Cooked it that night. What a wonderful taste. Fish as fresh as it comes.

 Mark spent some time checking the fuel gauge sensor.  It was not reading correctly so we moved the sensor up and down the gauge and recorded the ohms readings.  We took readings for empty, quarter full, half full, and full. Each time he checks for full in that tank he contects his ohm reader and compares to the readings we took.  Peg will have a new fuel gauge next season we come to Mexico.

We traveled 284 nautical miles. Took about 2 days and 2 nights. We pulled in the morning of the third day. We decided we would always pull in during the daylight so we adjust our travel, usually slower to accomadate for this. Winds were 12-18 mph. We had 1/4 tank of fuel left to make it to Cabo San Lucas. As we approched Mag Bay in the morning hours we saw 2 whales and several sea turtles.

We enjoyed Man of War Cove within Magdalena Bay for a few days.  Met some interesting people. Had a fresh caught lobster dinner with friends.  Took the dingy around the bay for hours. The bay is so large with only 2 towns.

Mark caught a wahoo in the afternoon, his first of the trip.

Mark cooking his first catch of the trip.

Reading with a red light at night in the cockpit on my watch.

In the morning the Pacific Ocean looked like glass.

Took dingy out to see pilot whales. They are small and hard to photograph.

  

Pegasus at Man of War Cove

Clam fisherman with his haul.

Clams

Whale bones

The local fisherman's fresh catch; a sheepshead.

Fishing gear

Village church

Bird nest.

Mag Bay is rather large. We were too early to see many whales.

Mark with other yachtistas.

Picture with the chef.

Church from Pegasus

Fishing village at Man or War Cove

Setting the anchor.

Fishing