Cabo San Lucas to La Paz

It is often said that age brings wisdom and it has long been my opinion that such a belief defies all logic: my own aging brain, if it is a typical human example, each day onward shows a little more of the continuing abuses of time. While it is a sad state of affairs to have to admit it, I am quite certain that the old noggin is indeed an inferior instrument to the one I had the happy use of when young.

Be that as it may, it does seem that the attractions of Sodom and Gomorrah also decline with age, so perhaps there is a nugget of truth buried there somewhere. Both Alice and I were therefore delighted to take leave of the bustling pleasures offered by Cabo San Lucas and make track for the relative quietude of nearby San Jose del Cabo, just the two of us now.

Alice braved the lofty heights of the mast to retrieve a halyard (lost to the sky by way of a shook loose shackle pin) and we also spent a hot 3 hours on a grassy patch of land first unspooling and then repairing a routine tear in our A1.5 kite. The fancy and expensive top-down kite furling system we invested in for this trip continues to be under evaluation as to whether it actually amounts to "help or hinder".

A trip to the arts and craft town was impeded by a long walk that (by way of poor advice from Mr. Google) required the mid-way scaling of a nastily top-barbed fence. Husband and wife escaped with intact genitalia, both. Beers and pizza were enjoyed, with a taxi ride home!

On our final afternoon we joined for drinks our new-found-had-no-prior-idea-they-even-existed Ed and Linda Harms (must be Russian cousins) of the excellent yacht "One Fine Day". Then I forgot my hat and sunglasses at the bar. Grrr...

We departed early in the AM for Los Frailes, motoring all day and enjoying a welcome sundowner invitation (offered to all 15 boats at anchor) from the expansive and luxurious catamaran "Muskoka".

The following morning we rose early and motor sailed 50 miles to Bahia de los Muertos, where we were treated to an unexpectedly terrific afternoon meal at the hut on the beach.

But no rest for the wicked, the following morning, with another early anchor hoist, we headed into brisk and lively headwinds on our march to La Paz. As we eventually rounded the northerly point it was blowing 25 and we were happy to see that wind now on the aft quarter. Fat chance for a sheltered anchorage in any nearby bay, we begged by radio for a slip (at first denied) at the toney Costa Baja resort.

Two pleasant days were spent poolside, with a game of golf included for skipper. Alas, our place in life is not really with the rich and famous, so in due course we have moved. Along with all the other various and sundry normal-folk we now swing at anchor in the La Paz channel. We ride gloriously to town in our modest dinghy. And for the next week we will enjoy the pleasures of beers, tacos, burritos and maybe a tequila or two. No doubt all of our readers will extend their heartfelt sympathies.

Leaving Cabo......just the 2 of us now.

A successful project.

Many failed and abandoned projects.

My first time up the mast.

Another boat from Vancouver BC at San Jose del Cabo.

Beautiful Los Frailes.

Great food at the Muerto Cove beach restaurant.

Fish # 2.

La Paz.....catching up on the news.

Anchored in La Paz.

Greg rigged up a bridle so we can easily hoist the dingy at night.