Sea of Cortez, Baja California travel blog

The Palapas

Terease, Mingo and Roberto on the dock

Day Four to San Francisquito was the roughest for Terease who had got severely sunburned the day before and was showing symptoms of "sun poisoning", even though sea conditions were not too bad. It is difficult to keep sunscreen on when one is repeatedly being drenched with salt water breaking over the bow of the waverunner. In spite of her extreme discomfort and nausea she insisted in soldiering on. The route included passage through the Canal De Salsipuedes (literally, "Get Out If You Can") and a crossing of relatively choppy Bahia de San Rafael to a beach just South of San Francisquito, where the welcoming party carried M-14's; fortunately they were the good guys of the Armada Mexicana.

The very calm, well-protected Bahia de San Francisquito, just a few miles North, was a welcome sight with a relatively new dock and not a person in sight. The trek to the "hotel" of about one mile, with personal gear and supplies, past the San Francisquito airstrip, under the hot sun was not one of the highlights of the day! Arriving at the hotel, run by Roberto, Mingo and Rosa and being directed to the room with a shower (actually a palapa shelter, next to "the" shower) was one of the highlights of the day; It also marked passing the midpoint of the trip. Fortunately, a good nights rest in the beachfront palapa, with a gorgeous view of the moon where a door would ordinarily be, gave Terease enough strength to feel optimistic about Day 5.

Roberto had some fuel in a drum that he was willing to sell. Without the additional 20 gallons the run to Santa Rosalia would not have been possible. After picking up the fuel jugs from the bay and filling them, Roberto and Mingo provided transportation back to the bay for a departure that was timed well with the slack tide and an anticipated smooth ride for most of the days journey. Along this route there were many dolphin encounters and it was impossible not to stop and be entertained by these amazing creatures that circled, jumped and followed the waverunners numerous times; many times, the spouting and breathing was the first thing heard when they arrived for their visit. The calm seas also provided a comfortable bed for the occasional seal that was found floating, asleep, on its back; often completely undisturbed by the wake of the passing jet skis.

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