After daily monitoring of the marine weather forecasts in Cabo, Gerry, Jody and Ken decided that departing Sunday morning for a 45 mile passage to Bahia Los Frailes would be a perfect first leg for our trip North to La Paz. Los Frailes is the Eastern-most point of land on the Baja peninsula, and offers great shelter in the lee of a ~750' high rocky headland. After motoring through bumpy, leftover seas, we arrived in a wonderfully calm anchorage about 3pm. We had great swimming, awesome views and a comfortable breeze, so no bugs. In fact, we've had no bugs to speak of since Northern California. This anchorage is popular, so we had lots of company from other Ha-Ha boats who trickled in as the day progressed. The benefits of traveling as a fleet was apparent, as a fellow Ha-Ha boat who had lost their engine (dirty filters) did an all-fleet call for assistance on the VHF. We responded by launching our dinghy and pushing them into the bay. No big deal. Our friends Dave & Becky aboard the Catalina 36 "Tranquility" from Port Orchard joined us there as well.
Huzzah anchored in Bahia Los Frailes

The next morning, we decided to pull anchor at 6 am to help our odds of motoring in flat water to our next destination - Bahia De Los Muertos (bay of the dead), a reasonable 46 miles to the North. We made the trip in good time, but only had enough wind to sail for about an hour. With our fishing lines out, sailing slow is a problem as Dorado and Tuna only seem to bite above 6 kts. No fish, but a nice day. We arrived just after noon and immediately went swimming in the 80 degree water. Gerry donned his face mask & snorkel to check the prop and running gear for good measure. Later, we took a trip to the beach to check out the restaurant, suck down a couple of cervezas and experience true low-bandwidth WiFi this area is famous for. Regardless, you can't find nicer people or better views anywhere I've been in this world! Period. Once back aboard Huzzah, we BBQ's a simple meal for dinner. This is FUN!


The final day of our trip was pleasantly anti-climactic. After all the buzz on VHF amongst the fleet, some boats left the anchorage after dark for fear of heavy seas. We pulled anchor at 5 am, and had a perfectly clam motor for the last 58 miles of our journey to La Paz. As we pulled into our winter moorage at Marina Palmira, we were happy to be here, but sad to be in a marina again!