Monday, February 4, 2019

Mangroves of Tenecatita

The morning net revealed high tide was in the mornings.. so one evening, Greg declares, I think tomorrow we should explore the mangroves...  Yep - good idea and we're on it for the next morning.

Into the dinghy goes the waterproof bag with a couple of shopping bags (high hopes), money, bug screen and the waterproof camera.  On our feet are our keen water shoes.  Why are we all prepped for water (ie: not so graceful) dinghy landings?  Isn't this supposed to be a dinghy trip through calm mangroves?

yep - but there's a bar crossing.  This being our first time and we haven't seen others head in yet - we were at the ready to discover the "channel" that would result in the best chance of us not getting wet and our buzzy's (dinghy engine) prop not getting dinged.

Fortunately, the water is clearish - not glass of water clear, but see the rocks a couple of seconds before you hit clear.

We made it through with little drama picking our way through the rocks on our approach while not getting too distracted to retreat from the wave sets behind us and breaking to the side. Trust, forward, go for it!

The next hour or so was spent meandering through mangroves the width of our dinghy,  spotting wildlife and beautiful sculpture-like tree roots.

Palapas awaited us at the end of the windy water path. The people there are still rebuilding the businesses in that beach area, so restaurants are few.  In past years a super rich guy took the liberties to close the road (watery and car worthy) and guard them with folks with weapons.  It took a few years, but the Mexican courts did intervene and open the beach back up to everyone.  

Sadly the tienda didn't open - so we are starting to be in need of tomatoes (fun irony for Greg, who hates raw slices of tomatoes, but needs to have them in his ceviche and pico del gallo).

After a quick walk down the beach we made our way back to the dinghy and the mangroves - and the bar crossing again......

This time, as we were flowing out with the current, we kept putting into reverse to wait for a small wave set....  we thought we had timed a good one, but late in the game we saw the swell quickly rise to an "oh shit" moment.... The only thing we could do was gun little buzzy.....  And she powered us over the top of the wave just milliseconds before it broke under/behind us.

Whew...  drama.....  We planed home and had a nice Asian pasta salad aboard Pura Vida.....  

Maybe a swim this afternoon.....decisions, decisions - life in Tenecatita.......

Monday, January 14, 2019


Moscota in Spanish means pet.  Although this is not where the name of the town came from....  how can we miss a town named Pet.....  then on top of that it's a Pueblo Magico.....  what is a Pueblo Magico????  though it seems like it's tough not to trip into a Pueblo Magico these days - there seems to be a lot of them.

In the last post, I mentioned that we put the boat in a marina to head home for the holiday.....  Since it's cheaper per day to stay for 7 days, than it is for 4 days, we stayed for 7.  Since the boat was going to be safe in a marina and Greg and I wanted to do some inland travel, we figured, what a great time to get some of that bus exploring in.

So, we hopped on a bus and a couple hours later found ourselves in Moscota which is up in the Sierra Madre Mountains.  It's wasn't that spur of the moment, we did arrange for an Airbnb to stay in - but for those more fancy-free, it would have worked out just fine to hop on a bus and find a hotel when we got there.

We picked up the bus in Las Juntas which is a little shorter than going all the way into Puerto Vallarta.  The hiccup is you just pop on and pay the bus driver, so you don't get an official seat.  Luckily we were able to squeeze into the last row of seats, so although we weren't the most comfortable, we were more comfortable than some folks after us who were standing for a couple of hours.

After about an hour or so, the ladies were putting on sweaters and the temp started to drop.  By the time we got into Moscota somewhere about 5, it was "jackets required".  Our ride was waiting when we got there, so after running into the store for a few groceries, our taxi delivered us to our remote casita.

This isn't our casita, but it's nearby - and similar.  It was a one bedroom place - open floor with 2 yard dogs we got to hang with.  The place was off grid and on solar power but the batteries are well worn.  So, when the sun went down, so did the lights and internet.  But it was stocked with wood for the awesome fireplace and had lots of candles.

The photo above is of the lake and a few houses and restaurants nearby.  Important because the next day it was raining and this is where we hung out as we wandered around.

Cow family on the way to the lake

The Lake while having lunch

Perla on the road up to the casita.

We did get to explore Mascota and it was super cute and easy to wander around.

We saw many many sweet looking dogs.  Again the wandering kind, not so much the homeless and neglected kind.

This little dude wasn't so thrilled with my cookie offering.  He was waiting for something better.  But he did let me pet him.

the main center.

Pinata in the Stone house.

The owner gave us a tour.

Yes, everything is decorated with stone - no, not the actual mattress, but yes the pillows.

He spent about the past 25 years transforming his home.

Yes, I said 25 YEARS

Until Finally.....

He said......

Enough is Enough.....

And retired.....

Now he gives tours to those luckily to learn about his house.  And asks for a 10 peso donation....

The rest of Moscota feels like a movie set - each time I would look down a street, I'd want to take a photo.  These cobblestone streets meandered through to green hills in the background.

It was a cute little town.  

Monday, December 31, 2018

La Cruz de Huanacaxtle

After a month or so with no word from us - we do need to let you know that we are still here.  December has been a relaxing/fun/exciting month.  We've spent some time reacquainting our love with La Cruz.  She's 12 years older, but still feels comforting to us.

We've been out at the anchorage taking most days to explore the area.  One day brought us back to San Pancho - a great little town if you are looking for a vacation from the rat race.

We've been attending Spanish classes, and running errands fixing little things aboard Pura Vida that need attending.  Currently, we do have another project going on.  Ever since we purchased Pura Vida, we've been wanting to upgrade her dodger (the blue windshield looking thing on her which is made of fabric) to a hard dodger.  We intended this before we left, but called enough on spending money.  Enough time has passed and we are moving forward with the plans.  We are having one fabricated here in La Cruz and hopefully, we'll have it installed in a week or so. This is a big labor-intensive job, so getting it done here in Mexico makes a lot of financial sense.

About once every week, we've had a day out of the anchorage to pump out, run the watermaker and shake out the sails a bit.  One of the highlights was sailing over to Los Arcos on the other side of Banderas Bay......  super beautiful but crowded with day-trippers.  We checked out the rest of the Bays heading South till we came to Quimixto.  The other bays were deep and creepy to bow and stern in, whereas Quimixto had a nice little shelf we felt could comfortably hold our anchor with some swinging room.  So we dropped the hook to stay awhile.  As the evening grew, we felt comfortable with our little shelf and decided to spend the night.

Then, as the night grew on...... Mother Nature decided a little lesson was in order to remind us of our night at anchor in Yelapa and why we should trust the internal rules we make for ourselves aboard.

You see - last time we were here, we spent an uncomfortable rolly night at Yelapa (though that time our swing had us in depths of 30 ft to 70 feet).  Old hands of this area will tell you the Southside is not a good anchorage - uncomfortable and rolly.  Of course, we love to test the old salts......As morning rose in Yelapa - We vowed not to anchor on the South side of Banderas Bay again.

Now, here we are testing those guidelines again.... and yes, here we are in the morning, renewing our vows to not anchor on the South Side of Banderas Bay - No matter how enticing the calm sunset is.....

Los Arcos

Sketchy Bow and Stern try had us about 40 feet from shore.....

Another beautiful cove


Other highlights are exploring the area with new friends, enjoying live music _ Tatewari is a standout - wonderful night. 

We put the boat in the marina to return to the Bay Area to spend Christmas with Greg's mom.  Everyone in the family headed to Kim's house to spend the holiday and her 80th birthday with her.  Special bonus: Rick brought Clewie so I got to get some cutest little girl time.

A Quinceanera celebration (a girls' 16th birthday) - total of 4 bands playing till 3 am.

We all know this love of my life - Clewie.

Greg and his brother, Rick.

We spent a day getting Christmas gifts for a little boy in an orphanage...  Greg got to pick out a remote control car

Beach play time with cruiser dogs.

Loving the music with Leon the washboard guy standing in.

Don't think street dogs (whether owned or not) will ever grow tired on me

The jollyist Great Dane ever.....  Love to see him sauntering down the street toward us. And yes, he has a home.  Most of the dogs we see now, do have homes - they just run free during the day.

Monday, December 10, 2018

Magdelana Bay

Magdelana Bay is a sweet little surprise.  We had watched some of our favorite You Tubers talk about the mangroves and that really lit a fire with us to add it to our list to check it out. 

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We had already met them previously in Berkeley, so they knew we were headed that way, so while in Man of War Cove we sent them a facebook message that we had made it and were heading into the mangroves the next day.  To our surprise, they offered to send their tracks to us and their anchor spots.  Since the mangroves are basically uncharted (you can see the mangroves on a chart, but no depths and identifying marks as to where the deep spots are) - this was much appreciated.  Their tracks overlayed onto a google earth image gave us confidence as we motored off of our charts.

The next few days was a "Chronicles of Narnia" experience.  

The beautiful powder soft sand against the flat water along with the green mangroves with the only sound being from the ringing in your own ear.  Stunning doesn't come close.  Magical and otherworldly is closer to the feeling.

To our surprise dolphins were also in the mangroves and regularly swam and fed along the shore as the tide went out.  

We got the boat toys out to play - though only at slack tide

It was beautiful to just watch the tide go down - the scene changed dramatically as the waters ebbed out and flooded back in.

Fun Videos:
Greg playing on the sand dunes:

End of the line of the mangroves:

Stillness and Quiet of the Mangroves:

Planing in Buzzy back to Pura Vida:

After a few days, we headed in to check out Puerto San Carlos.  For adventurous folks, we highly recommend it.  It was a stark change to any other town we've been in because no one spoke English.  We needed to really buckle down and prepare for our conversations.  We did find one person who spoke English who remembered our You Tube friends fondly - so we were able to pass on their good wishes.

We anchored just north of the town and landed the dinghy on the beach just behind the makeshift breakwater (notice the overturned hull of a ship strategically placed).

And when we got to shore and spoke to the dockworkers, we mentioned we had been out exploring the mangroves.  We were met with the response, " oh yes, I heard you were out there".  This little area gets so few sailboats, when we visit - we are literally the talk of the town. It was a fun experience that everyone seemed to be aware of us and where we were.  Also, Fishermen out with their kids would follow along with us as we motored back to San Carlos.  Fishing boats would also snap photos of us as we were anchored.

We stocked up with veggies and decided to ride the flood out one afternoon and keep going to La Crux de Huanacaxtle about 3 and a half sailing days away