Wednesday, November 14, 2018

PV Tales: A tale of 3 Melissa's

Here we are anchored in Isla San Martin......

Our friends s/v Blue Heron suggested we stop here because it was such a neat place and they were here as well, having a great time...... we happened to be on the way to an anchorage a little past it, so we did a pass by and yep, it seemed great, so we pulled in.  Now the woman aboard Blue Heron is also named Melissa.

Shortly after, we noticed another boat pulled in and dropped the hook - that makes 4 boats.....  And 9 cruisers in this little volcano island.

On a trip to shore, while talking to a guy in the fishing camp (where folks come to work for a week or two, then return home to visit their families), we met the folks on the new boat - two guys and a woman named Melissa.....

There's a pretty good chance there are no women currently working at the fishing camp, as most women are at home in these men's hometown with the kids.  So, on this tiny island off of Mexico, there are 3 women and they are all named Melissa.....

What are the odds? (that's not a real question for all the smartass people I know.....)


Saturday, November 10, 2018

Baja Coast - Yes, Mexico



Hard to believe, but I'm writing this while at anchor in our latest favorite anchorage.  There are folks here fishing lobster, sheepshead and other fish, and harvesting seaweed.  And they have wifi ashore which we can reach from our boat.

While talking to Sergio, one of the fishermen on the island, we learned that the fish they catch here are being delivered alive to Chinatown in the Bay Area.....  Oakland is one of the locations with a contract.  I find this funny since I used to work there.  

Oh, the island, Isla San Martin - just north of Bahia San Quintin.  It's a tiny extinct volcano with a little temporary fishing camp.

We left San Diego a week and a day ago for an overnight to Ensenada where we got to have all sorts of fun adventures.  From a cheese and strawberry ice cream (YUM!) to a Seafood Tostada from a street cart, to meandering through Mercado Los Globos to refresh our spices, to a $2 showing of Bohemian Rhapsody.  We had a great time but wanted to move on.  So Thursday, we headed out of the marina and have been stopping at a different anchorage each night.  

Santa Tomas is pictured above.  To get in, we needed to weave through stalks of seaweed.  The water clarity was amazing and we could just make out the bottom about 30 feet below - it was spectacular.
Because we went to sleep at an embarrassingly early time (7pm), we were up early and I was reminded of the many mornings Matey used to get me up while down here last time.  I had completely forgotten how stunning the light can be with the desert terrain and mirror water to reflect the beautiful light around.  



Last night we were at Cabo Colonet which is shaped like a nose, we anchored in the nostril area.  The cliffs along the show had what looked like carvings.


Today we were enroute to San Quinntin when a friend of ours saw we had left Ensenada and sent us a note about Isla San Martin which where they were.  It's easy to overlook, but they were loving it.....  Since it was on the way to San Quintin, we decided to check it out on the way - and are staying a couple of nights.

Tomorrow we'll get in some exploring, and tonight we'll sleep well - but we've been sleeping well every night.


Buzz our dinghy ashore looking out to the anchorage.


A camp for a fisherman on Isla San Martin at sunset.


Pura Vida at anchor.





PV Tales: Spam? Glad i took that call

The other morning, I was getting paperwork together for the marina in Ensenada for when we check in to Mexico and the phone rings with a number I don't recognize.

Usually, my behavior for this is .... voicemail you go.....  Thankfully I answered (it was Greg's phone by the way).

A man identifies himself as Sgt Peabody (made it up) with the coast guard and he was looking for Greg.....  After I said, he was right here, then start to hand the phone over, he informs us that our EPRIB went off......

HUH?!?!......  I'm sitting right next to it mounted on the wall.....  immediately I worry I accidentally triggered something (thank you Catholic upbringing guilt).

As Greg talks to him, I collect our little location devices that are in our lifejackets in case they malfunctioned.

After some MMSI checking and some location checking (after a second coast guard station called us), we finally figured out this was our old EPIRB that we "disposed" of a few months ago.

Thanks to the Berkeley marina dumpster recycling program, our old EPIRB was now being played with by some no gooders back in Berkeley.

We apologized for just tossing the old dated unit and not deauthorizing it......

Saturday, November 3, 2018

PV Tales: What's that noise

Last night, we were swinging at anchor.  We were down below, fixing dinner - or maybe ice cream :-)  it was dark.

We hear a huge racket outside.....Not huge alarming, but huge, what in the world is that?

San Diego isn't the quietest place, as we are snuggled beside the airport next to a coast guard base, across from a Navy base.  Both the Coastguard and Navy love their helicopters......  It's almost constant - sounds like there is some secret mission about training large hornets.  At least I can assure you, they are excellent at hovering if practice means anything.

Back to the story - a racket outside, Greg guests something with the Navy while I poke my head out....

Would you believe, just outside the cruiser anchorage is a container ship dropping anchor.  Still moving forward, releases his pile of anchor and chain, then I guess sets it as the anchor stops him and his stern swings around.

The things you see at sea :-)