21 March 2011 | Los Frailes
As any fisherman (which none of us are), will tell you there is a reason it's called fishing, not catching. We've been trying our hand at fishing since we left Ensenada, and so far the only thing we've caught is a nice sized piece of kelp and a small piece of sea grass. Last night as Catherine was getting ready to prepare another gourmet meal for us, Peter and I decided to take the dink out and troll around the bay, we grabbed a couple of brewskis and headed out. Peter played out the line and we made a little wager, if he caught a fish I would do the dishes, if he didn't, he would do them. As we slowly motored around this beautiful bay, we looked down and saw phosphorescences, which look like tiny little lights, shooting out of the dinghy wake, we suddenly forgot all about the fishing as we spaced out at this amazing, tinkerbell sorta look, we were completely memorized by this VERY cool sight.
We got back to Si Bon and Catherine had now finished our dinner, a dish called Loco Moco, an Hawaiian dish that like everyone of the meals she does... seemed to taste better than the one before, Catherine's cooking gives the term "boat food" a whole new meaning, plus Peter had to do the dishes.
We plan to leave tomorrow morning for Ensenada de Muertos, a distance of 47 NM.