Cabo San Lucas

As you begin the approach down to Cabo San Lucas you see enormous homes and hotels lift up out of the rock. Next in view are the stunning rock structures and arches of Cabo. Then as you round the corner there is a hustle and bustle of marine and boating activity like we had never seen.



We dodged and weaved our way directly in to the fuel dock to fill our tanks and dump our garbage. Then we headed back into the bay to anchor. Because of the currents here a stern anchor was needed which lined us up nicely with a few other boats in the anchor. Bruce went out to place a buoy on the anchor to mark it's location for safety and it quickly became a slolom marker for all these boats. Not the idea we had in mind. The water was a wonderful 75 - 77 degrees and despite the busy boats we jumped right in to play.

Cabo - a popular sport fishing destination...... note the big marlin hanging by it's tail.

We were anchored only 100 meters or so off shore of the warm white coarse sandy beaches. We quickly met and joined the other cruisers each night for some company and entertainment as we would watch the last drop of parachuters, enjoy some cerveza y tacos and relax at the local palapa. During the day we got our first taste of snorkeling. It was amazingly fun to listen to the boys squeal and giggle through their snorkels as they found all sorts of fish. We learned how to judge which water has less jellyfish in it and avoided the little stings.

From Cabo San Lucas we made our way against some fairly steep seas and stiff winds right on the nose, so we hid one night in Las Palmillas before heading around the corner into Los Frailles. Los Frailles is the holding tank for all boats waiting for these northerly winds to die before making their way up to La Paz. It was here that we got to spend 4 days or so playing with the crews from Moorea, Alcyone, Capaz, Salty Dog, Simplicity and a few others.

There is a campground of sorts in Los Frailes and a few times a week a well stocked produce truck comes to set up shop and sell goods, including some wonderful home made tamales we found. There wasn't a vegetable that we couldn't find. Unfortunately, we missed the bread truck the following day. We hear they made an apple turnover to die for.
Our afternoons were filled with snorkeling, windsurfing and lots of volleyball. Some local Mexicans came by to challenge our "team USA". I can say we valiantly played our hearts out and though we never won, we would have made you proud.

Mom and Matthew

Aqua Tristan