Volume
78
July 2002
Part Three: The Puerto Escondido/Loreto Cruising Grounds
Tackless
II was waiting for us after our excursion to Cabo San Lucas as placidly
as we had left her in a small cove just outside Puerto Escondido
called “The Waiting Room.” Terry Kennedy, bless him,
had kept an eye on her during the week we were away, keeping Don
connected with the ever important amps in-amps out equation by email.
Much as we had hoped when we installed all our alternate energy
systems (solar panels and wind generator), all our systems were
successfully maintained during our absence. It helps a lot when
human beings are not there opening the refrigerator’s doors
every few minutes!
Our friends and fellow
divers were glad to see us back safe and sound, and you can be sure
a lot of DAN memberships were signed up for and/or renewed that
week! At the same time, our long-awaited LAVAC head arrived from
Downwind Marine via the infamous Baja Express. The “Baja Express”
is an informal delivery system by campers and boaters who pass through
San Diego’s Downwind Marine each time they drive back and
forth from California. The new toilet, ordered back in April, was
to replace the one in our guest head, which had for a year only
been operable by the use of the deck hose through a porthole!b
We
passed about three days more in the Waiting Room socializing, before
we broke free for three more days around the bend in Juncalito,
where we’d enjoyed the fireworks on the fourth of July. Juncalito
became one of our favorite anchorages in the area thanks to a nice
mix of breeze, view, and good hunting grounds. Since I was allowed
to “free dive”, i.e. snorkel without scuba tanks, Don
and I spend every afternoon (in between the head installation project)
scoping out the nearby reefs, and incidentally keeping fresh fish
on the table. It was during this visit we got to know some of the
“campers” living in the string of palapas on the shoreline.
We also made the acquaintance of a father son pair who were “real”
campers, spending their second summer vacation tent camping and
fishing together throughout Baja. Talk about quality time!
From Juncalito we moved
across back to Marquer, where we spent another three days hunting
and relaxing. Yes, it’s a rough, rough life. Our lack of motivation
to move on had to do with staying close to Escondido to be on hand
when Terry Kennedy’s girlfriend (can you believe it, Dawn
Wilson) drove down with our new, special ordered Suunto Dive computers.
Not only can one program “personal adjustments” into
these units, but you can download your dive profile onto your PC
and track the nitrogen absorption pattern of each actual dive!
Once the computers
were in hand, however, we ready to move on. It was killing us to
listen to the exciting dives Terry and his gang were doing that
we couldn’t be a part of. Of course, Don could have partaken,
but frankly he was having so much fun with his hunting, he didn’t
claim to miss it. And so we backtracked to Ballandra, then through
Loreto to reprovision with fresh veggies again (Monday is definitely
the best day!) and to clear out, and finally back to our other favorite
spot, Isla Coronados.
This
time our arrival in Coronados was greeted by leaping manta rays!
Just like the dolphins a month before, the manta rays were leaping
and splashing making as much noise as possible all around the bay!
Throughout this region we have seen the occasional manta, either
leaping once or twice or, even more often, cruising through calm
water with their wingtips trailing through the air, much as a human
might trail a finger tip through the water. Here, though, there
were dozens in the air at one time, and, as we drove Tackless II
into the anchorage, we could look down from the deck and see scores
–maybe hundreds – layered below!
It would have
been easy to stay on here indefinitely. Indeed, a cluster of cruisers
seemsb to have stuck there, making it their farthest north destination
for the summer. But Don and I want to see as much of the Sea this
first summer as we can, so on August 7, a few weeks behind our original
schedule, we hoisted the hook and set off for new waters.
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