Evan's birthday in Cabo...without Evan

It is Friday night in the harbor, a 208 lb yellow fin tuna got the tournament prize and the man on the loudspeaker across the harbor with all the fishermen, let us know that they were going to "party" tonight with a big band. Swell. We slept through the band of last night, and wake up to the thumpathump of the party boats. Doesn't really bother us as we sleep with the engine going underway - whodathunk.

Getting into the marina here in Cabo was strange: hundreds of sport fishermen charging us outside the harbor getting to their "spot", the tension of finding boats in our slip and dealing with pangas and other boats moving about. It led to quite a bit of tension among all of us - we were tired, a bit crabby (engine all night - no wind) and there is the anxiousness of a new harbor. We got in ok, had to move to another slip and everyone split to deal with their own stuff - sort of - as if all this is earthshaking and really means anything in the long run. Some hurt feelings - but it all works out eventually. We need to understand that what is important is what is between people and the damn boat will take care of itself without all the drama.

But what is sailing without drama? A good day.

I tried to load photos again...but the internet here fights them, so will do a whole collection when we get better internet . Getting online here is tough.

At Bahia Santa Maria, our second stop, we came inside the bay at dark and anchored a couple times to miss other boats. A lot of dancing around as there was some wind...sure, when we don't need it. Morning brought the sight of being in a bowl of rugged hills, low sand dunes between us and Magdalena Bay, and wet, wet dew all over. We are salty and silty. An estuary runs back towards fish camps, where Peter, Frank and Craig bought some fish we ate for dinner - beyond delicious. Might have been Sierra. There was a party on the beach, which became huge when the tide went out, but we abstained from the food. It had all been trucked in from miles and miles away, and yet, nobody died from the lack of refrigeration. No water for sale: stacks and stacks of Pacifico. We left in the dark to get to Cabo in the daylight.
Saw a lovely turtle, five miles out as well as sharks, sunfish and of course, the ubiquitous pelicans.

So, Evan's birthday. When he was born, the nurses in the infant area would come in to ask me to feed him as his crying was so loud that he kept all the other babies awake. God gave Evan a voice, and we miss it. He is now older than I am. Miracles happen. He and Janice are celebrating in Washington DC and we are thinking of him with a great deal of love, here in the harbor in Cabo San Lucas.