SANTA MARIA, Baja
Our sail to Santa Maria was very boisterous. We had great wind and were able to forego running the engine for nearly 24 hours. However, when the winds shifted and were directly on our stern the ride was rolly, rocky and uncomfortable. We made excellent time under clear skies. On my nightwatch, the stars seemed so bright filling the darkness like popping corn.
We saw a few more dolphins and were again given a gift from the sea. This time a 20 pound Skipjack Tuna. We are now getting a lot more proficient at getting these fish onto the boat, cleaned and filleted without too much mess.
The Santa Maria-Mag Bay area is the calving ground for the Grey Whale, supposedly at this time of the year. We did see water spouts from 2 whales as we were entering Santa Maria so we know they are in the area.
We rounded the point late afternoon and saw a group of boats anchored in the north end of the bay. Bahia Santa Maria is a huge isolated sandy beach about 11 miles long. Each end in bordered by stark rocky mountains but the area of sand dunes in between is barely above sea level.
By the time we arrived at Santa Maria, the rolling seas had taken its toll on my tummy and we had to forego a happy hour invitation on In the Mood who had arrived earlier that morning. Instead we cooked our tuna and went to bed early.
A bright sunny sky greeted us that morning and we sat in the cockpit drinking coffee and watching dolphins feeding all around the boat! Pangas again came by and offered lobster so we traded another bottle of our Two Buck Chuck for 2 huge "bugs". Buying and selling lagosta privately is illegal in Mexico, so the fishermen don't accept cash. However, they were very pleased with the trade as indicated by their eagerness for a corkscrew to open their wine on the spot. I'm sure the bottle was empty before they hit the shore.
Dale and Gary dropped by the boat for lunch and invited us to Reaction for an "anniversary" lobster feast. It was exactly 3 months since we had both left our home port to embark on our journey. To date we have traveled almost 1950 nautical miles and both experienced sea conditions far surpassing ordinary cruising sailing, so it was definitely an event worth celebrating.
EXPLORING THE MANGROVE SWAMP
It was a bright and sunny morning with the promise of a hot afternoon so we decided to take a ride over to the mangroves with Dale and Gary in our dinghies. It was a bit daunting getting through the surf at the entrance to the lagoon, but not as bad as it looked once we were inside. Having been deprived of greenery for quite some time, the vegetation of the mangrove swamp was a real treat.
Living in the Swamp
Small villages and fish camps dotted the banks, fishermen busy cleaning their daily catches.
Meandering through the mangroves, we lazily scanned the crystal clear water that were teaming with fish, lobster and even fairly large sea snakes.
The bare necessities...but look! A solar panel!
At the end of the lagoon sand dunes rose majestically about the scrubby vegetation, intriguing us to take the dinghies ashore and walk along the beach.
The beach was a beautiful white sandy strip that went for miles. We were the only ones there. Note the boats anchored past the surf in the picture. The beach has been nicknamed "frisbee beach" because there are literally hundreds of sand dollars everywhere you look along the endless span of sand.