A bit of heaven

After a lovely fast, hot motor, we tucked into the harbor at SAn Jose Del Cabo.  We had entered another lovely harbor that was so different from the craziness of Cabo.  But hot.


It seemed as if half the Baja fleet had either been here or arrived after us to escape expensive Cabo.  A norther in the sea of Cortez was keeping us all close in for a few days.

 

The ususal tension of finding the "right" entrance had us pretty crabby, but the sight of the masts and a panga going in by the beach helped us get in.  This was where Robert ate something awful that did him in a few years ago.....

We left after exploring the art center of the town...we want to come back some day and spend a good bit of time...colonial architecture of which this computer is not allowing to be put in the blog.  Frustration.

Half way to Nuevo, in the middle of the night, Robert woke me and said we were turning around and heading to Mazatlan.  Ugh.  The sky was full of lightning all across the horizon.  That was the beginning of a tough day for all of us...long, trip into Mazatlan.

We entered the harbor in the dark, went right to it and tied up at El Cid.

Look at the happy guys.  I had just told them we were moving from El Cid, who wanted us to stay a month, to Fonatur, up the channel, where we had been two years ago.  Tough beans.  Now, to rant.  It seemed that every time we docked or anchored, there were words.  What the hell is so important that yelling is part of the process?  Not one thing.  The boat isn't sinking.  We are not racing.  But yellng and hurt feelings seem to be the norm.  I finally flipped and said that in the more than twenty five years we have owned the boat, it seems I have been doing it all wrong. Screw that.