|Sea Lion catching a ride and a bite to eat on a fishing boat that is returning into the harbor after a day of fishing.|
Cabo to Mazatlan...
The weather is still cloudy and gray, but the tourists are still in full force on the water and on shore. Our boat is constantly moving up and down, side to side in the wake of it all. There is never a restful time during the day because you are walking through the boat like you’re on the monkey bars, swinging your arms reaching the next handrail to keep from falling. Or during the night where we have to lay sideways in the bed to get any kind of sleep. We are growing tired of Cabo but are trying to make the best of it, taking little excursions just so we can get off of the merry-go-round on the boat! But poor Harley is still stuck onboard until her wounds completely heal.
On December 28th, we took the dinghy to the dinghy dock at the Marina and started walking in search of a Chiropractor. Rick’s shoulder and neck have been causing him a great deal of pain and constricting him from certain arm movements. We had no idea where we would find a Chiropractor so we asked around. This was very difficult to explain and to get directions for. We got several different directions along the way and just went with the ones that seemed the closest. After nearly an hour walk we found one and sat down inside the air-conditioned waiting room until the Chiropractor got off the phone. After his lengthy phone conversation, he poked his head out from around the corner and asked if he could help us. Rick explained the situation (he was an American so it was easy) but the Chiropractor stated that he could not help him. He said that he only gives adjustments to people who are already in alignment. We were stunned with his response! He obviously wanted to get back to his phone call or who knows what. As we walked out the front door of the office the Chiropractor said that we could find another Chiropractor in front of the Wal-Mart. Ok great…. let’s go there we thought. At this point, Rick just wants to get treated.
On our walk to the bus stop, we stopped and had lunch at a little whole in the wall restaurant. There were lots of people inside and the aroma was inviting, so I thought it would be a good choice…a safe choice. Thought wrong! The food was lousy and the plate of condiments and veggies the waiter brought out were dried up and wilting. Rick ate his taco reluctantly and I picked out what I could stand to eat from my chicken quesadilla.
After a dissatisfying lunch, we kept walking to the bus stop and got on the bus headed for Wal-Mart. We got to Wal-Mart, found the Chiropractor but the sign on the door said, “cerrado” (closed). Rick was bummed and decided to give up on the idea altogether. So since we were at Wal-Mart, we stocked up on some groceries for the next few days.
The next day we decided to take a bus into San Jose Del Cabo to see what the town was like. Unfortunately I told the bus driver we wanted to go to El Centro (thinking it would be the town where all the pretty and interesting shops etc were). It turned out to be the opposite of where we wanted to be... poverty stricken, dirty and run down vacant partially demolished buildings, small tiendas with flies swirling around the entrance and outdoor restaurants blurred by heavy smoke. On top of it, there was a heavy wind that was stirring up dirt and plastic from torn garbage bags into mini cyclones into our faces.
Since we weren’t having any luck with our daytrip to SJDC, we decided to look for the Marina instead. At least we knew at the marina, it would be pretty and we could find some decent food. That was going to be another long journey, but we decided to walk as far as we could then finally we broke down and took a taxi the rest of the way. We were dropped off at a restaurant called The Container at Puerto Los Cabos. There were lots of other gringo boaters eating there which made us feel like we picked a good spot. The kitchen and bar were actually in a container that opened up to a deck that had a rustic tropical beachy feel to it that looked over the Marina. The food was ok but it was very pricey. Rick and I each had a cheese quesadilla (since they were out of pollo), and two limonadas for a jaw dropping $25.00. Normally we can get that meal for $3-$5 anywhere else.
After another let down, we walked as far as we could till we found a bus heading to the main highway where we could catch another bus to Cabo.
The last day before we left Cabo, we just hung out on the beach and swam even though it was cloudy and a little chilly. We had dinner on the boat and went to bed early so we would be rested up for the 32 hour passage to Mazatlan.
In the early morning of the 31st, we got the boat ready, pulled the dinghy up on deck, stowed everything else below that needed to be and prepared meals that would be easy to grab and to eat underway for the next couple days.
|Then the rain came...|
Around 10:45 we pulled up our anchor, motored off with our Jib-sail. About an hour after we left it started to rain! The sky was dark and visibility was difficult. So into our foul weather gear, which was packed away underneath our V-berth (a place where we put things we don’t use very often).
|Rick always says the best time to fish is when it's cloudy out. So what a perfect day to catch a fish!|
|Harley and I sitting under the dodger trying to keep dry|
|Are we there yet?|
|Snuggling with Harley trying to keep warm|
|Rick, making sure we are on course|
We weren’t feeling like we were off to a good start. But even though it rained the seas and the wind were our friend.
|Sun trying to creep through the clouds as the rain stops|
|You can see a slight rainbow in the clouds|
The next morning I was happily surprised to see the sun out with only a few wisps of clouds in the sky. The seas were calm and the winds were slight. We were still motoring for lack of wind and making good time, so good that we were going to arrive in Mazatlan in the evening instead of the next morning.
Just as I started my two-hour shift and Rick got into the V-Berth to catch up on some sleep. The fishing pole started spinning at a fast rate, we had a fish on! So I yelled at the top of my lungs, RICK YOU HAVE A FISH, YOU HAVE A FISH!!! I’ve never seen him jump out of the V-berth as fast as he did at that moment! It’s usually a very slow methodical process in order not to bump your head.
Rick grabbed the pole immediately and reeled in a Dorado! It was a good size…just enough for the two of us for two days. No part of the fish would go to waste! It was a decent fight bringing it in and a bit of a wrestling match once the fish was on deck. He was quite active, banging and bashing around spattering blood from where the hook had entered its mouth.
Within twenty minutes to a half an hour, Rick had the fish cleaned, gutted, filleted, put into Ziploc bags and into the Engel to keep cold.
After catching the first fish of the season Rick was a little amped up and skipped catching up on sleep. We were both awake the rest of the day and into the early evening. Just before arriving in Mazatlan, we noticed a pod of whales out in the distance…. too far to take a picture, and a few sea turtles. We also picked up a passenger on the way, a little bird who sat on the bow pulpit.
|Little bird catching a ride|
We ended up anchoring in front of Isla Pajaros, just outside of Marina Mazatlan because it was too dark to enter the channel to the marina.
|Sunset as we approached Mazatlan|
|Sunrise looking from Isla Pajaros (where we were anchored) to the Malecon at Mazatlan|
Next morning, January 2nd we motored through the channel and to the marina. We were greeted by our friends, Marilyn Gibbs & Steve Dees, Mike and several other people from Dock 6 who grabbed our lines and helped us into our slip. It was such a welcoming committee, we felt like we’d just circumnavigated the world or something. We felt very special and quite welcome.
|Our boat snuggled in on an end tie! Just the way we like it.|
|Steve and Rick|
|Me and Marilyn|
|Breakfast is served!|
Soon after we tied up and put a few things away, Marilyn and Steve had us over to their boat for homemade Tamales, fresh Cantaloupe, hot tea and coffee. It felt really good to be in Mazatlan after a safe and easy crossing and visiting and catching up with our friends.
Later that day after cleaning the boat inside and out, we walked over to the Beach Club belonging to Marina Mazatlan and sat out by the pool for a while. The Beach Club was desolate…no people but us. It was hard to believe because it is one of the most beautiful spots I’ve seen in Mazatlan over the last two seasons. The pool at the beach club is beautiful and very inviting! It looks out over the beach and gives you the impression that it merges into the ocean. After I made my way into the cool water, I swam stealthily to the edge of the pool where I rested my arms. I felt like I was in Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous! It was such a beautiful sight and I was a part of it. I stayed there quite a while just soaking it all in.
|Looking out at Isla Pajaros (where we anchored the night before)|
|Walking on water….|
We didn’t stay there too long as planned because the wind came up and it got chilly sitting in our wet bathing suits. So we got dressed, packed up our towels and walked back to the Marina.
That night we had dinner on Toccatta (Steve and Marilyn’s boat). Rick and I brought the Dorado that had been marinating all day in olive oil, garlic and limejuice, along with some rice. Marilyn made a delicious apple salad, and heated up some veggies. Steve barbequed the fish to perfection and it tasted amazing!
After our delicious meal, we watched a movie, Burn After Reading and then called it a night. We were pretty tired from our long couple of days getting there.
Wednesday the 3rd, we did some tinkering around on the boat. I took two large Ikea bags full of laundry to the EcoClean Laundromat while Rick worked on our Staysail…trying to configure it the best it can be in case we should use it.
In the afternoon at 4pm, we went to what is called a “Safety Meeting” on Dock 6, which is actually just a get together of people from Dock 6 and any of the other docks that want to join in. People bring their folding chairs, beverage of choice, and snacks to share with the group. Everyone just sits and visits. Nothing about safety is ever mentioned. There is a couple that has been a resident of Marina Mazatlan for over 20 years during the winter months and they seem to organize the daily “meeting”, which meets right in front of their boat on the dock. While chit chatting with the other boaters, they feed the fish, birds and a stray cat that lives on the dock. Apparently the cat knows when the meeting is and he’s the first one to show up.
|Fish frenzy at Dock 6 during the Safety meeting after being fed a handful of cat food.|
Later in the evening we took a bus into the Golden Zone to listen to a cover band named ‘Rex’ at Twisted Mamas with Marilyn, Steve and Brian and Sheri. Rex is a rock and roll cover band and they rocked! Marilyn assured us they were good, but when we got to see and hear them first hand, she was more than right! The talent of these guys was mind blowing. The entire band was related in one way or another. The lead guitarist, rhythm guitarist and the lead vocalist comprised of a father and his two sons. The drummer and base guitarist/vocalist were also a father/son relation. Anyway, they played phenomenally! We were quite impressed. As they would say on ‘The Voice’, they were “spot on!”
After four hours the band played it’s final song and we all left the restaurant praising the band as we walked out the door. We then all jumped on a Pulmania for a ride back to the Marina. We made it back to the boat by midnight. Late night for us!
|Topping off the water tanks. Two nice young men delivered and poured the water for us.|
Harley update: She’s healing just fine and loving being able to get off the boat and to take walks around the marina. She’s also feeling spunky after the shampooing I gave her today on the dock!
|Hanging out on the dock|