Los Frailes is a medium sized bay which "offers good protection from north winds", yesterday we had sustained winds of 15-20 knots and wind chop of a foot or so in this well protected bay. As we gazed out beyond the protection of the point into the Sea of Cortez, it resembled a raging river, Peter and I put it in the range of some of the class 4 rapids that we have both run on rafts. The current weather guess is calling for this to last until Saturday.
Yesterday we all stayed on the boat, we read, we napped and we studied our spanish. Si Bon's anchor is now pretty well dug into the soft sand bottom and other than looking around occasionally to check our position and ensure we're not dragging anchor, there's not much to do.
Today we're going to put the motor back on the dink, which the crew affectionately now calls Bon Bon, and go in to find the camping kayak fisherman that warned us about the wind. This dude, John, has lived on this beach for something like 10 years, sleeping on a cot and fishing for food. I want to pick his brain about the wind and about fishing, there is also some sort of restaurant in the area that we want to try to find...and I might ask John to join us in gratitude for saving our sorry gringo asses.