As the sun rose the waters around us boiled with small fish being driven into a frenzy by the dolphins feeding on them. The way they move through the water made me think of quilting needles threading up and down through the waves. Occasionally a brown head swam in a less showy way and closer examination showed that the seals were at this restaurant, too. The show continued so long we tired of watching and turned to breakfast.
We are almost out of range of the Net, the morning communications and sharing session run over the marine radio by the gringos living on boats down here. We did hear that the weather forecast is outstanding for the next three or four days. That was the most important part of the broadcast as far as we are concerned.
The ice in the freezer is melting fast, which tells us something about how cold the freezer really is. But when we reached Puerto Escondido, the largest town on the itinerary, there was no ice for sale, although we were able to take on fuel and water. Theoretically as we sail south the winds will take the place of the fuel, but it’s best to have plenty when you are “yoyo,” on your own.
Early afternoon we pulled into Honeymoon Cove, which is part of the national park. We went for a hike which provided scenic views of the cat anchored in the cove as well as lots of cactus. The beach was littered with scallop shells, probably dumped there by fishermen. Too bad we weren’t here when those scallops were for sale. Many intact dead birds lay twisted in the dry sea weed on the sand. Avian bird flu? Natural deaths? Where were the park naturalists who could answer our questions?
Once again we are not alone in this anchorage, but boats are so few and far between, everyone is friendly and ready to share experiences. I am amazed how many folks down here live on their boats. There’s a whole new subculture here, just like full time RV’ers.