Speechless in Baja Sur

The last few weeks have been nothing short of spectacular.  I’m running out of adjectives to describe the beauty, the serenity, the awe…or is that ahhhhhh?

Instead of trying to explain the sights around us just Photoshop yourself into our photos; listen to the water lapping against the hull, the osprey calling to each other, the silence while snorkeling, the rush when the wind fills the sails, the satiny feel of the water as you swim, the crunch of the sand between your toes…enjoy your virtual paradise (or come visit)!

Leaving Puerto Ballandra at sunrise on our way to Loreto

Leaving Puerto Ballandra at sunrise on our way to Loreto



Leaving Loreto after an overnight of provisioning and exploring, and an awesome dinner at the Oasis



A quick stop at Isla Coronados while Marty (aka Sparky) checks on a wiring problem in the engine…(more on that subject once it’s resolved!)


Anchored in Bahia San Juanico with s/v Cake (next to birthday cake rock!)

Anchored in Caleta San Juanico with our buddies on s/v Cake


The fleet arrives in Caleta San Juanico to wait out the first norther of the season

The fleet at sunrise in Caleta San Juanico after waiting out the first norther of the season


Gennaker run from Bahia San Juanico to Isla Coronados

Gennaker run from Caleta San Juanico to Isla Coronados



Coffee in the cockpit while keeping an eye on the volcano


The green hills of Isla Coronados..along with lots of crazy boulder piles

The green covered volcano of Isla Coronados, and the crazy lava piles


Just another sunset in paradise...ahhhhhh

Just another sunset in paradise…ahhhhhh

Getting Our Sea Legs Back

I’m looking at the calendar and it’s telling me that we’ve been off the dock for nine days. My brain is having a hard time getting wrapped around the fact that in nine days we’ve completely returned to our cruising life as if we hadn’t taken a three-month hiatus. Forgotten are shopping lists and schedules, driving in traffic, being surrounded by retail mania, and listening to political season madness.

Maybe it’s because this cruising lifestyle is so all-encompassing, so in your face, so void of intrusions. Maybe it’s because we lose track of all time and distance, finding ourselves only here and now. Whatever the reasons, we are totally back in the cruising mode; ‘living our life where stress is the enemy’*.

It certainly hasn’t hurt the overall sense of perfection, that this week has been ideal in terms of weather, water, wind, and solitude. Anchorages that are busy in the full swing of the season are still  uncrowded, nighttime coromels have yet to begin, and the water clarity is exceptional.

Our treks between stops have been great too.  We’ve gotten to sail quite a bit, and would have flown the Goose, but the Genaker halyard was stuck between the headstay and Genoa halyard, so we settled for a little wing on wing with both headsails.  We saw lots of dolphin friends who came to visit, and we even caught some fish along the way – good thing we bought that new fishing license!  The Sierra de la Gigante range is lush and green at the moment, which only adds to the crazy beauty of the colored cliffs.

Caleta Partida was our first stop after leaving La Paz; one of our favorite anchorages just 21 miles north of the city. However it’s because of that close proximity that the anchorage is usually full of boats. We were lucky on this early season visit to find it empty except for the Saturday night crowd of big honkin’ stinkpots with their loud toys and music, who anchor at sunset, unload the toys for a quick run around the bay, load up the toys, party all night and leave at sunrise…ah, gotta love those nature lovers!

We spent 5 days in Caleta Partida and the first few days and nights were HOT, so most of our time was spent swimming around the boat, or just floating toes up while drifting. I’ve often thought that if I was ever ship wrecked, that I could just lie on my back and float home. The water temp is 80+ degrees, and the clarity is some of the best we’ve seen. Floating by the boat in 15’ of water while watching the fish swimming in the shadow of the hull, it doesn’t get much better!

Our next stop was at the south anchorage on Isla San Francisco. We’ve been there many times and always love it. This time however really topped them all. We had the bay to ourselves, there was just a light offshore breeze to keep us cool, and the water was perfect.

While there we walked over to the other side of the island where we like to hunt for agates. On the way back we noticed the trail leading up to the ridge trail, one I’d always wanted to hike. Since I didn’t have my camera with me Marty rowed us back to Happy Dance, and then back to the beach to begin the hike up to the ridge. The trail was easy at first but once I actually got to the ridge it was a bit scary! Both sides of the trail dropped down in rocky slides, so I made sure I focused on one foot in front of the other and soon I was at the top. Spectacular views all around the Sea of Cortez, and of course the best one was looking down on Happy Dance floating above her reflection in an aquamarine world.

Happy Dance enjoying Isla San Francisco

Happy Dance enjoying Isla San Francisco

Can't beat the view!

We left Isla San Francisco intending to stay in Bahia Los Gatos (so named for the jaguars that lived there), but the wind wasn’t favorable for the anchorage so we pushed on to Bahia San Marte. We were glad we did, as it was picture-perfect. Another solo anchorage, light offshore breeze, reefs protecting us from the swell, and great snorkeling. The lush green on the usually dry hillsides made us feel like we were in Hawaii or Polynesia, not the Sea of Cortez!

So there you have it; our first foray into our fourth season of fun in the sun, sea legs and sea brains all operational.  Tonight we’re in Puerto Escondido in order to get a few more provisions and fix a couple of SSB/Internet problems we were having. With the chores out of the way we’ll head back to the islands tomorrow and track down our cruising buddies. La vida es muy bien!!!

Gorgeous mountains



*from lyrics by Kenny Chesney…name that tune!

Leaving the dock

The hardest part of cruising is leaving the dock.  It doesn’t matter if you’re going out for an afternoon sail, for a month or two of living on the hook, or crossing an ocean, there is always a bit of angst as the moment approaches.

Did we remember everything?  Will all the equipment work?  Will the weather hold?  Will there be any more hurricanes this season?  Do we have enough books on our Kindles?  Is there enough beer?

The items on our to do list have (almost) all been checked off.  The engine and equipment have been checked.  The rigging has been inspected, and the sails are on.  The laundry is done and the fridge is full.  We’ve checked and downloaded the weather and updated software.

Since arriving as newbies in 2013, we’ve learned a lot and gotten to know and love the many bays and islands in the Sea.  Now in our fourth year we feel like old hands, reciting off chart names easily, knowing where to anchor for each forecast, recognizing familiar faces and favorite anchorages.  Even though it feels like coming home, there is still so much to see and experience.  We still want to swim with the whale sharks, catch more Dorado and Wahoo, meet more friends and rekindle old friendships, learn the names of the reef fish, help a turtle make it to the ocean, learn more Spanish so that we can really communicate and just settle into a life of ahhhh…that perfect rhythm that is called cruising.

This departure is a relatively easy one, as long as Murphy stays behind on the dock!  For our first few nights out we’ll be staying just a short distance away, on either Isla Espiritu Santo or Isla Partida, the islands just north of La Paz.  We’ll find a spot to anchor and officially begin our fourth season in the Sea of Cortez.

I am reminded of our first departure from the dock back in March 2013.  We had been getting ready for our bon voyage for six months, but Murphy reared his ugly head and we were back in the marina in a matter of days to fix a broken throttle cable.  That first month out was truly a shakedown cruise, as every piece of equipment seemed to want its moment of attention.  Luckily we always seemed to be in a semi-convenient place when something broke, so the fixes were frustrating but not safety issues.

Another departure that sticks in my mind is when we left Ketchikan headed for San Francisco.  I remember walking the docks giving last-minute hugs to our friends, sending last emails to family back home, and looking at the gray skies and gun-metal seas.  I had some serious butterflies as I got onboard and we untied the lines.  Thankfully it was a safe and relatively pleasant journey, albeit a long one!

So here we go again, sailing off into the wild blue.  It will be so nice to drop the hook tomorrow, jump into the warm water, and settle into the quiet of another sunset at sea.  Ahhhhhh….toss those lines, let’s go!

Ready to leave the dock!

Ready to leave the dock!


Back onboard!

After 3 months away, we are happily ensconced on Happy Dance once again.  However, truth be told, it’s not all that settled OR comfortable in our boat sweet boat – yet!

What many people don’t realize is there is no such thing as getting off an airplane, getting on the boat and setting sail for paradise. Nope, first there are chores.

One of which is figuring out what to do with all the new stuff! It’s one of the realities of being a vagabond. Each year we leave the boat with two small bags and come home with multiple large suitcases crammed full of toys and equipment for Happy Dance. In addition to the clutter we brought home with us, there is already a large muddle from having put Happy Dance to bed in readiness for the hot sun and hurricanes of summer in the Sea of Cortez. The v-berth is full to the brim with sails, kayaks, chairs and every other thing that was on deck before we left.

In addition to all the clutter we (we, meaning Marty) have a couple of issues to resolve. The freezer is on the blink (and of course we always discover this AFTER we buy lots of frozen stuff). The faucet that we bought to replace the leaky one in the galley has different (French boat, Oui?) threads and won’t fit the existing hoses, so we have no water. Hopefully these will be the only glitches, as we get ready to leave the dock and start living the dream once again.

Timing is everything in making space and reorganizing a boat. First things first, Happy Dance needs a bath. You’d think that with all the torrential rain we’ve been getting that the decks would be clean, but unfortunately it’s going to require some scrubbing in addition to rinsing. Once she is clean then we can start unloading the v-berth, bending on sails, inflating kayaks, etc., so that we have room to maneuver inside. The rest of the chores are things that can be done at any time, but rigging, engines, water, freezers, and cooking all take top priority.

So….it’s great to be home!  Soon we’ll get back to that living in paradise stuff.  Now if someone would just turn down the heat!

Highway 101

For anyone who’s lived or traveled in the Northwest, Highway 101 is a familiar route along the majestic Pacific Coast. We all have our special memories of winding through the narrow byways, crossing arched bridges perched between cliffs, peering over the edge of the road down to the crashing waves on the rocks, and gasping as the car squeezes through trees so tall you can’t see their tops and being quite sure you’ll hit their massive trunks.

I was about 9 years old on my first road trip from Seattle down the coast with my family of 5. I remember motels and delivery pizza, ocean swims and getting rolled by the waves, trying to wrap my arms around the redwoods, riding the elevator to the Sea Lion Caves, and of course, Disneyland. Later when I was 15, my 18-year-old sister and I spent the summer driving the highways in a mail truck named Mehitable that Mom had transformed into a chartreuse camper van complete with bunkbeds. In high school, my best buddy and I tent camped our way down the coast of Oregon, hiking the trails, watching the rain, cooking over the campfire, and enjoying the carefree life of a teenage summer.

For Marty there were family camping trips when he was 15, visiting Gold Beach, Avenue of the Giants, riding the jet boats, and picking blackberries for Grand mom’s cobbler. Years later with his own kids in tow, he camped in many of the same places, meeting up again with parents and grandparents along the way.

All these trips along with plenty of others in between have given us masses of memories that have been jarred loose as we rumble down the highway in our Galloping Goose. We’ve visited many of the same places we saw as kids, and have enjoyed similar moments of awe as we look out across the wild coast or walk under giant trees. We’ve also looked back on our shared memories from our trek down the coast 25 miles west of Highway 101, as Happy Dance transported us south from Alaska three years ago.

So where have we been this trip? Since leaving Ventura and starting our travels north, we’ve stayed mostly along the ocean, with a few inland excursions. We’ve ridden jet boats on the Rogue River, climbed around blow holes and tide pools at Cape Perpetua, walked on silent carpets of needles through the Redwoods, said hello to Paul and Babe, battled the winds while walking on sandy beaches, and been dropped into a 300’ sea cave to see one (yes “1”, they like to be outside in the summer) Stellar Sea Lion.

Enjoy the highlight reel…

The Avenue of the Giants

We camped in the tiny town of Myers Flat and spent most of our time wandering along the many trails through the big trees.  If you’ve never been to see the giants it’s definitely a must-do item for your list.  Standing under trees that are 1,000s of years old, is mind boggling to say the least.  After craning your neck to look up at the tree tops you then look down to see a carpet of giant ferns and tiny shamrocks everywhere you look; you feel so tiny in a silent world of green.

Gold Beach and The Rogue River

Marty has always talked about how much fun he’d had on his trips up the Rogue River via the jet boats that were once used to transport mail up to the isolated towns up the river.  It was finally my turn and we opted for one of the 80 mile trips that left in the morning.  As it turned out our skipper was a grandson of “Jerry”, of Jerry’s Rogue Jets fame, so in between crazy 360’s, banging through rapids, and dodging waves over the bow, we were entertained with plenty of great stories from the good ol’ days.  The weather was perfect; a chilly foggy morning that broke into a warm sunny day – perfect for getting drenched, followed by a yummy home made meal served on the patio at the historic Lucas Lodge.  An awesome day – oh and Marty was r-r-r-right!

The Oregon Coast

We spent many nights along the coast in different campgrounds, enjoying foggy mornings and warm days and crazy winds in the afternoons.  We stopped at lots of roadside viewpoints, a few tourist traps for good measure, and took many short hikes along the coast or down to the rocky cliffs.  There were a couple spots that we really enjoyed.  Cape Perpetua with its crashing waves, tidepools, Thor’s Well, Cook’s Chasm, and Devil’s Cauldron was spectacular on the incoming tide.  We drove out to Cape Blanco Lighthouse and were nearly blown off the cliffs; it was cold, but oh so beautiful.

The Mighty Columbia

We spent a couple of nights at Cape Disappointment State Park, which is located next to the northern jetty on the Columbia River.  It’s another fantastic campground and we were parked within a few steps of the beach and the crashing surf.  We walked down the beach and out to the end of the jetty to see the Columbia Bar and watch the ships come in.  Even on a flat calm day, there is a large swell running in and when the tide changed so did the swell, we could only imagine how intense it would be on a stormy day.

One of my favorite people moments on the trip was watching Marty and a campground neighbor giving each other tours of their motor homes. For this to be even the slightest bit interesting I need to set the scene for you. Picture my cute grey haired Marty in his cheery MA Graphics t-shirt proclaiming his Happy Place, while talking to a tough looking Mexican 20-something parked next to us, dressed in a Bob Marley t-shirt, with tattoos for sleeves, knife on his belt, pony tail and low rider jeans. Pretty soon they are both laughing and sharing stories, and Luis is explaining; ”I’m not gonna lie, I’m a farmer”. What a riot listening to Marty learn about pot farming. I love moments that bust us away from stereotypes.

We’ve also learned a few things on our first RV trip; Oregon State Parks rock, sand dunes are hard to walk across with a new hip, a group of puffins is called a probability of puffins, Lucas Lodge makes the best fried chicken and biscuits, and camping is much more expensive than sailing! We’ve also learned (or maybe been reminded) that we’re really spoiled; we like our lonely anchorages where the only footprints on the beach are ours or the coyotes, we like only having to fill the gas tank once or twice a year, and we like swimming in water that is warmer than 50 degrees. There’s a lot to be said for RV-ing and we’re excited to continue exploring, but we’re also getting antsy to return to our life on the sea.  It’s kind of hard to complain though…life on the water, life on the road…both are awesome!


Keel to wheels

If you’ve followed our travel blogs for very long you’re aware that we tend to change plans fairly often. Or as sailors like to say, we write our plans in the sand at low tide. We’ve made plenty of U-turns, schedule swaps, destination diversions, and now we add to our list, an unexpected move from keel to wheels!

Since moving onboard Happy Dance 4 years ago, we’ve taken summer vacations in cooler climes and this year is no different. After leaving Happy Dance tied to the dock in La Paz, we flew north to leave behind the heat of the approaching Sea of Cortez summer. A few hours of flying, a long stroll through the airport and then poof, we found ourselves in the time warp of the Customs Hall and entering the fast lane through a set of one-way doors.

After visiting a few family and friends, and satisfying our food cravings (gotta have that rib eye!), we did what most people who are on vacation from vacation do; we bought an RV! I know, it seems a bit crazy, but considering that this will now be our annual vagabonding home on terra firma, it makes perfect sense!

Our new 6-wheel, no keel home is 30’ long and rolls down the road without the use of wind power. She’s tentatively named the Galloping Goose at this point, so we’ll see if that sticks after we’ve lived in her for a few months!

However, sometimes even perfect plans comes with a few speed bumps. In this case it wasn’t totally unexpected, but the timing was a bit more sudden than we’d anticipated. Following a visit to see the Dr. about my hip aches and pains, I was suddenly scheduled for surgery and now sit here with a brand new titanium hip! Whoohoo! My horizons shrunk for a few weeks of recovery to the welcoming walls of the McD estate in Ventura, and now have expanded a bit more to the limits of my cane-assisted walks, but I expect to be climbing masts and paddling around the boat again in no time.

After getting cleared by the Dr. to head out on the highway looking for adventure or whatever comes our way, we left the Ventura Highway in the sunshine and pointed the Galloping Goose north to points unknown. So far we’ve boon-docked in a primitive campsite above San Simeon, mingled with the big coaches in Costanoa, and now we’re parked under a canopy of trees along the Russian River! We’re learning the basics of this RV lifestyle, and adding lots of must haves to our shopping list.

All in all, the RV life seems at first glance to be an easier version of the sailing life. The only weather reports we monitor are the hurricane alerts near Happy Dance in La Paz. Parking is easier without wind and current to deal with, we have a really big deck every night to enjoy, we can have campfires and we don’t have to worry about whales running into us! So far we haven’t had a pool, and we can’t take a snooze while on autopilot, but hey, it’s an escapade and that’s what we like!

The plan at the moment is that these wheels will keep on turning (rolling, rolling, rolling down the highway) until October when we return to keel based adventures and our boat sweet boat. Stay tuned to this blog channel for updates from the Galloping Goose, crazy Captain Marty and his crazier crew!

Morning Coffee

Morning coffee in the cockpit is a daily ritual on Happy Dance. While the coffee is perking we’ll pull in our email hoping for news from home (hint, hint), listen to the daily weather report via SSB, and maybe join in on a local radio net on the VHF depending on our location. Once the coffee is ready we head out to watch the day unfold. The anchorage is quiet and as Happy Dance floats around her anchor we get a 360-degree view of our surroundings.


This morning we find ourselves in Caleta Partida, a favorite anchorage that sits inside the crater of an extinct volcano, and is actually set between two separate islands that are nearly connected by a narrow winding passage running east to west. The steep red and pink cliffs that encircle the main portion of the bay are full of caves and crazy rock formations. The northern end of the bay is shallow, filled in with white silt and sand that shows off the aqua marine color of the water. There are rays practicing their quadruple flips, pelicans splooshing into the water for breakfast, vultures creating shadows on the cliffs, oystercatchers noisily chasing each other along the shore, and frigates silently floating high above us.

We’ve been here nearly a week now, enjoying our last days on the hook before we “head to the barn”. Summer is coming and that means that the double H’s are on their way; hurricanes and heat! We had intended to sail down to Banderas Bay and spend the summer months in La Cruz on the mainland side, but as they say; plans are written in the sand at low tide! We’ve now decided to stay in Marina de La Paz for a few months, while we hunker down for hurricane season and do some LOL (Labors of Love) on our Happy Dance homestead. We’ll be traveling north of the fence to visit family and friends, renew Visas, gather more treasures and replacement parts, and enjoy the good life! It’s a theme you know, this permanent picnic is something that we are so incredibly thankful for.

These past six months in the Sea felt a bit like a farewell tour because our current plan is to leave the Sea of Cortez in 2017 and head further south to Costa Rica and Panama. As you may have noticed though, our plans are somewhat liquid, so where we actually end up remains to be seen!

Since our last post from Bahia San Juanico, we’ve been enjoying a slow ride south through a few of our favorite anchorages. We stopped for fuel and propane in Puerto Escondido, then planned (that “P” word again…) to head to Agua Verde for a few days. As we rounded Punta Candeleros, trying to sail in some fluky winds, our radio lit up with a call from Ken and Sheri on Cake! What a great surprise to hear their smiley voices calling us. As it turns out they saw our rather distinctive solent rig in the distance heading south as they were heading north and thought it might be us! We did a quick U-turn, back through the channel, and rendezvoused in Los Candeleros. What a treat to drop anchor next to our buddies!

We spent a couple of days in Candeleros sharing laughs and catching up on the news with Cake, and getting to know new friends Marne and Brett on Leahona. One day we all snorkeled around the boats in about 10’ of water trying to fill our bags with chocolate clams, but the bay was filled with a dense almost muddy bottom that made it very hard to dig out the clams. With little to show for our effort other than lots of jellyfish stings, we soon gave that up. Marne persisted though since she had a wet suit and weight belt, and won the hunter gatherer award, collecting a bag of the larger white clams usually reserved for chowder. I cleaned them all and handed the clam meat off to the chefs’ onboard Cake who turned them into yummy clam fritters! It was a team effort for a fantastic feast and lots of fun.

The next morning when the wind started piping up from the east, we all weighed anchor and headed back out the channel for the short sail north to Bahia Marquer.  It was a beautiful sight to see our three boats sailing north between Isla Carmen and Isla Danzante with white sails shining in the sun.

After getting settled on course the deck crew on Happy Dance decided it was time to “loose the goose”! We furled the Genoa and then Marty headed to the foredeck to rig the Genaker. He soon gave me the thumbs up that he was ready, so with the autopilot set, I began hauling in the sheet  while Marty raised the sock to the top of the mast, and whoosh, the goose is full! Happy Dance picks up and flies as soon as the wind fills the sail; you can actually feel the hull lift and surge forward, it’s awesome.


With the wind directly on our beam it was a tough angle for the Genaker, so we furled the mainsail and managed to keep the leading edge of the sail flying, as Happy Dance did the quick step through the waves.  As we entered the channel the funnel effect caused the wind to build a bit and start blowing a bit more forward of the beam, so that we were having to alter course and point toward the island in order to keep the sail from collapsing. Pretty soon it was apparent that we weren’t going to clear the point, so Yep, time to douse the sail! Down came the goose, and out came the Genoa. We didn’t bother rolling out the mainsail since we only had a few miles to go, and we were already doing 7 knots with headsail alone, in a gusty 15-18 knots of breeze. A fun day of sailing!

We pulled into the lee of Carmen Island and set the anchor in 18’ of beautiful aquamarine water set against the white sand beach and beautiful yellow cliffs of Bahia Marquer. We all gathered on Happy Dance for happy hour and some more laughs. The rays put on quite a show and we enjoyed a red sunset over the Sierra Gigantes and Loreto.

The next morning it was time for a paddle to shore with the girls and a walk on the beach, then sadly we all weighed anchor and headed separate directions. The one great thing about cruising is meeting up with friends along the way, and that’s the one tough part about cruising too – heading off in different directions! We know we’ll run across our friends again though, so no worries.

Agua Verde

We made a run to Agua Verde for a night, then a longer 50-mile run down the San Jose Channel to a favorite anchorage on the southern side of Isla San Francisco. Along the way we were treated to some great dolphin shows. There is nothing that makes us smile more than when we get to sit on the bow with our dolphin friends riding our wake, and jumping and leaping for joy in front of the boat!

Dolphins on the bow!

Isla San Francisco is one of the most popular anchorages around La Paz, which is why we were surprised to be the only boat in the bay when we arrived! That soon changed of course, but we could sure tell that the season was winding down since there were so few cruisers around. We spent a few days enjoying swimming, hiking, agate collecting, beach walking and snorkeling around Isla San Francisco, and watching the boats come and go.

We also celebrated McMartyManDay in Isla San Francisco.  Chicken enchiladas and carrot cake…how else can I say I love you to the man who I adore?  We walked over to the other side of the island where the beach is rocky instead of sandy and there are a zillion agates.  Birthday agates, carrot cake WITH cream cheese frosting, and a walk across the salt ponds…ah, a perfect birthday!

From Isla San Francisco we sailed down to Caleta Partida where we are now. When we rounded the point we were again pleasantly surprised at how few boats were in the anchorage and we even scored the primo anchoring spot just inside the tip of the western corner of the bay. The winds tend to funnel through Caleta Partida and the bay opens to the west, so by anchoring just behind this small finger of rock we were protected from most of the westerly wave action making for a quieter stay.

Our week in Caleta Partida has been filled with lots of laziness and reading in the shade along with a different excursion every day in the lulls between the morning easterly and evening westerly. One day we paddle boarded to the beach and walked from one end to the other laughing at the gazillions of fiddler crabs on the beach. We saw a huge jack rabbit bounding up the slope, and watched the hummingbirds zipping all over. Another day we kayaked out to the reef, one of my favorite snorkeling places that once again didn’t disappoint with lots of different types of fishies swimming all around me.

On another day’s paddleboard trip we headed out into the middle of the bay and found ourselves in amongst three huge turtles! They let us come quite close and just kept their heads up watching us. What a treat that was, we’d never seen them so close before.

I ventured part way up a canyon trail one day and was treated to a completely different side of the crater. It’s so quiet when you get away from the water, and then you start to hear all the songbirds and the rustles in the dry leaves. A chipmunk with some sort of nut or fruit popped out in front of me, then led me up the steep rocky trail a ways. I kept looking for another jack rabbit but only saw the little piles of pellets; evidence that he’d been this way before. The views from high up are awesome as you can see the water depths and different colors. It was pretty amazing to see Happy Dance all by herself in the huge bay. What a treat!

Our last night at anchor was a blustery one, with rolling thunder in the distance and a few rain squalls passing through. We were treated to a full rainbow stretching across the bay as the sun went down. It was the perfect ending to a perfect week.  Now it’s time to weigh anchor and head into the big city.

Tomorrow we’ll be having our coffee in our slip in Marina de La Paz, where Happy Dance will stay for the next few months. We’ve always avoided La Paz since it seems like there is some sort of evil vortex pulling the cruisers in…you can check out but you can never leave.  It’s a little scary, but we’ll make sure to keep the dock lines loose so that we can escape when it’s time.  In the mean time we’re looking forward to getting to know the area a bit, enjoying the local cuisine, and meeting some new friends. We’ll keep you posted on what we learn with our morning coffee in the cockpit!