Is this place real? If it wasn’t for the bees and the 104 degree F temperature I would think I was dreaming.
Orion was anchored off the north side of the tiny uninhabited island of San Francisco. No one was around but the two of us and some scary nesting seagulls.
So this Baja adventure has been good to us so far. But somehow it seems to be getting better. We are back at sea, roaming free as birds. And it feels good.
Being anchored off a busy city did not prevent the wild beauty of the sea from engulfing us. Jacques Cousteau once called La Paz the “Aquarium of the World” and I can see why.
I rode our folding bike into the depths of La Paz to play twenty questions with the locals. I find that if I ask twenty questions I can understand the answer to seven, which is enough to get something done.
If I was to describe the medical care in Mexico with one word it would be wow.
While in La Paz I decided to get caught up on some medical visits that I let slide in the states before I left. Boy am I glad I let them slide!
We hit that bewitching hour about halfway through May when most of the cruising community finished prepping their boats and left for higher latitudes. It was right around that time that we really started sweating.
The town of La Paz (translated as The Peace) is, for cruisers like us, just SO easy. Perhaps that is why the majority of live-aboards we met had the same story, “I stopped for a week twelve years ago, and never left.”
Last month we had our very first brave visitors along our journey, my mom and stepdad Gary. We were so excited to share a bit of our new life with our family AND to have some new faces onboard… after all, Jonah and I spend A LOT of one on one time together.
The sun coyly winked on the horizon, daring us to come closer, as our compass needle crept towards east. After a month and a half along the long, thin Baja peninsula we had reached the tip and it was time to turn the corner.