Sailing.Emma

Why Not Now?

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Cleaning Day

06 June 2016 | Puerto Los Cabos Marina
Bryant
We just finished a clean up of the boat interior. Its about seven o'clock in the evening, and Jake is prepping for another sure-to-be-delicious supper. Bob did some repair work, and I have a loaf of bread proofing, soon to bake. With any luck, the bread will hold up to the standards of the meal.

We arrived in the marina (Puerto los Cabos) about twenty four hours ago, having passed on anchoring in Los Frailles due to a southerly swell, which would have made for an uncomfortable night. Unfortunate, a beautiful setting Los Frailles. Blue water pushing onto a long sand beach, desert hills rising jaggedly in the background.

But we have made the most of our time here. Last night, after tacos made from leftover ribeye steak, Jake and I decided for one more drink at the Hotel El Ganzo bar. Beautiful place. Wandering the street which passes right by the marina, part of the village where the marina is set, we discovered some welcoming folks sitting on the patio of the Drunken Sailor. The restaurant was closed for the evening, but the owner and a few employees were having drinks outside. So a couple of drinks later we set off in search of a late night snack. So far, so good. No problems after the satisfying cheeseburgers freshly made by the street vendor. We enjoyed them on the docks, moving away from the boat a bit so as not to disturb Bob. Wisely, he chose to get a good nights sleep. During the night Bob got up to check the boat.

Tomorrow we hope to tour a large work boat which was tied up at the fuel dock where we spent last night. Three of the other patrons at the Drunken Sailor work on the boat, and they invited us to come have a look around. The big boat has a large open stern, with a crane and and a power boat on the back deck. Still enough room for plenty of other machines and vehicles. The mates told me they will soon be taking out a film crew doing a surf video.

So today we fueled up, moved into a slip, had lunch at the marina restaurant, followed by an afternoon nap. The docking experience was another opportunity for Jake and I to practice the work of sailors. We are learning how to handle dock lines and fenders. Had some practice with the sails. Bob will soon have us ready for the Bash.

So now after another delicious meal, enjoyed topside, we look forward to getting back out on the water. One more night here at the marina, watching the weather, then on to Mag Bay.
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Vessel Name: Emma
Vessel Make/Model: Deerfoot 62
Hailing Port: Santa Barbara, Ca
Crew: The Parsons Family & Friends
About: Crew-Santa Barbara to La Paz- Bob, Bill, Rick and Dan-
Home Page: http://www.sailblogs.com/member/sailing.emma/
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Why Not Us?

Who: The Parsons Family & Friends
Port: Santa Barbara, Ca

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