Finally on the way to Nuevo....

Fonatur/Singlar had a slip for us that was great...the pool was cold, the weather hot and muggy which was an almost tropical storm right between us and Nuevo.  We were there for five days in which both Barbara and Frank managed to get a bug.  They had been adventuring.  The photo shows the channel on our way out to sea and El Cid on the left.  Scary channel, even in the daytime.  They have to dredge constantly.

The island offshore was great for lining up the channel ....Both Robert and Frank were set to head south inside the islands, but I suggested they go outside:  sun in their eyes, the chart not visible, and they were just being anxious to get the hell out of the place where we had to sit and wait for weather.  We looked at several weather sites several times a day....and finally decided to leave.

Barb and Frank had made flight reservations for Sunday....she is wearing a muumuu that Linda brought back from Hawaii for me....and has figured out that the Hawaiian's knew something about cool garb.  I was below with the dogs most of the time -we motored constantly from Mazatland.  Twenty seven hours hours of that noise.  Thank heaven for the radar as we were moving around the shrimp fleet a lot at night.

As ususal there was the nonloving tension of finding the harbor entrance....and then to find that Pedro didn't work there any more.  The next day we sat on the dock where he was doing a bottom job and gave him a huge surprise when he came up. 

We are now on A dock, waiting for a slip at cool B dock to open up.  As Anita used to say....life is good.