Development in the Baja

A Mexican family has purchased the beach front at Playa Pescador and is renovating the dozen little cabanas that are there. They are also having new palapas and one small house built. There are no roads into the area, so all the equipment and materials comes by launch. There is a bustle and busy-ness here, and we talked for a few minutes with the workers on site, who were welcoming and informative.

Puerto Don Juan

From our anchorage at Las Cruces on the Southwest corner of Isla Tiburon the sea looked calm and inviting. Once out in the channel between Islas Esteban and Tiburon, however, the 25 knot NNW winds and 4-foot swell made for uncomfortable going. We turned around and re-anchored for another night before heading north.




Our destination--Puerto Don Juan and a rendezvous with fellow Portland Rose City Yacht Club members, Delphi and Mike Godsil on sailing vessel Trig.



We had two days of respite from the wind, during which we kayaked around the bay, hiked to Bahia Pescador in the larger Bahia de las Animas and motored a bit further north into the Bahia de los Angeles where we spent a rolly, windy night. The next morning we had the chance to practice "how to untangle 3/8 inch anchor chain from the anchor while the wind is blowing 20 knots and you are drifting" (fortunately, the wind was blowing us offshore, not on!). Mike and Delphi stood by until we had things clear on the foredeck and were underway. Many thanks to them!



Puerto Don Juan is not a port. It is considered a "hurricane hole," a place to find shelter from high winds and heavy seas. But there is no development here, just coyotes calling at night from the hillsides, pelicans and cormorants sunning themselves on jagged reefs, osprey perched on cactus, vultures circling above, and snakes and lizards tucked into rocks and arroyos.

Bahia Los Perros on Isla Tiburon

Bahia Los Perros (Dog Bay) was our first anchorage on Isla Tiburon. A dinghy ride to shore gave us the opportunity to hike up one of the nearby hills, from which we had a great view of the entire south end of the island.


On the way back to the boat, we passed over what we thought was a rock bed, probably a hundred yards in diameter. Actually a school of fish, it was so closely packed together that it totally obscured the sandy bottom. There was a good reason for all those pelicans perched on the rocks and reefs around the bay!

Baby Turtles?

Sea turtles come ashore on the beaches of Mexican mainland to lay their eggs, the Olive Ridley and Kemp's Ridley being the most common. When the babies hatch, they have about 24 hours to make it to the sea for safety. By instinct, they have to find the right direction, then run the gauntlet of debris, animals (coyotes, snakes, etc) and sea birds (mostly gulls, gannets, and pelicans) to reach the surf. In the water, birds still hunt them, and they are prey to larger animals and fish. They are caught in fishing nets and die. On small beaches like the one in Bahia San Pedro, only about 10% of the babies make it to the sea, and, overall, about 1% of all sea turtles hatched survive to become adults (http://www.vallartasource.com/eco_turtle.php).



We were not there on the full moon when these babies set out on their journey, but saw evidence of their tracks on the beach.

Back in San Carlos

The sun is hot, the days are bright, mosquitoes come out at night, and the boat keeps us busy preparing for another season on the Sea of Cortez.

We arrived in San Carlos on October 28 and are staying in a condo at Marinaterra (thanks Jack and Joanne!). We hope to put the boat in the water tomorrow or Wednesday and will go north for a couple of weeks, then back to San Carlos where we will tie the boat up in the marina, drive to Phoenix and fly to Seattle for Thanksgiving with the friends we have shared the holiday with for over thirty years.

What to say? It is hard to leave family and friends back home. As you know from previous blogs, we are proud new grandparents of a charming little girl. But you may not know that two of our dear friends died this summer; young, sorely missed.



We are reminded of the cycle of life that, on a daily basis, we see with the rise and fall of tides, sun and moon; and that is evident, from a more distant lens, in the growth of children, the success of young athletes, the languages learned and pictures painted, the mirror image that, more wrinkled and grey, greets us each morning.

Who knows what adventures this sea will bring...we are blessed that you are here with us.

Claire Sylvia

Her name is Claire Sylvia Dunn...and she is a beauty!

It's a girl!

She arrived this morning at 10:38. Weighing in at 7# 10oz and measuring 20 inches in length, she is a miniature of her big brother, Miles, except for her gender, her ears, and her nose (a gift from Liz). What a beauty!



Everyone is well, and not nearly as tired as Philip appears in this photo. They are, however, as excited as Miles looks...or even moreso.