Ok. So, when we left you last, we had told you that we were gonna gunkhole down the Pacific coast of Baja California. Long story short: That wasn’t going to happen.
After saying goodbye to our new besties, Joey and Suzanne (of Johnny Rook), Jeanne (of Nereida) and Pete (of Expectations), we left Ensenada Tuesday morning headed for Punta Santo Tomas. We bombed down the coast in a nice 15kt wind with the predicted swell on our stern. What we weren’t really expecting was a secondary swell that was coming from the west that left the seas more confused than we were originally hoping for. When we got to PST, we moved in and set a hook, but it wasn’t long before we realized that it wouldn’t be any fun to spend the night. So we pulled the hook and decided to head south overnight and grab the next anchorage in the morning.
Unfortunately for our plans, though, that night happened to blow like thick stink, and by the time the sun came up we were past Bahia San Quintin and on our way to Isla Cedros. Oh well.
We were running wing on wing, with a double reefed main and our #3 jib, and easily keeping the boat at 7-7.5kts with some surfing down swells at up to 9kts. The boat seemed to love it. It was balanced and felt really solid.
After talking over all our options, we finally decided just to get to Turtle Bay and then do the Mag Bay/Cabo jump after that. It just isn’t the right time of year to push for the anchorages that we really want to hit. We are both a little bummed, because we were really excited for Cedros, Punta Abreojos and Scorpion Bay, but we think, after sleeping on it a couple days, that it is the right decision.
So, here we sit in Turtle Bay, but we are far from disappointed. The bay is full of dolphin and sea lions and friendly fisherman. On land, first glance leads many people to believe this is a dusty frontier town. It is actually full of super cool young people and there is an ongoing beach fiesta pretty much 24 hours a day.
Jess, being the social butterfly that she is, has already gotten us pretty well entrenched and we are being invited to all the happening events. Today, Sunday, is “Pominga”, a kind of “Sunday Funday” where all the local gay culture has made it down to the beach for cervezas, mota and dubstep. Was pretty surprised to find this kind of gathering in Turtle Bay of all places but apparently this town has a pretty happening Gay scene. Sweet.
Speaking of mota, the local slang for weed, which I don’t smoke but have no problem being around, the guys told us it “comes from the sea”. We were like:
“Ah, hell no. You guys aren’t growing weed in the ocean.”
“No. The drug runners are always getting caught by Coast Guard, so the just throw it in the ocean to get away.”
“So it washes up on shore?”
“Yeah. Every time we go out surfing we find some. We all just have it in our pockets. It’s not worth anything. It’s everywhere.”
Again… sweet. Bahia Tortuga.
The cruisers that we’ve met here so far seem kind of oblivious to these goings on. Most people are in a big hurry to find some internet and get back on the road. We are waiting for a nice weather window that begins this Tuesday night/Wed morning, so we are taking the time to do some boat projects in the morning and hang with the boys in the night.
We are going to head out to the surf spot tomorrow, then spend a day resting and cleaning and then bounce.
In case anybody was confused: Mexico is awesome.