24 November 2009 | Fondeadero San Carlos, Baja California Norte, Mexico
20 November 2009 | Turtle Bay, Baja California Sur, Mexico
19 November 2009 | Bahia Asuncion, Baja California Sur, Mexico
18 November 2009 | Punta Abreojos, Baja California Sur, Mexico
02 November 2009 | Bahia los Frailes, Baja California Sur, Mexico
01 November 2009 | Ensenada de los Muertos, Baja California Sur
30 October 2009 | Playa Pichilingue, Baja California Sur, Mexico
30 October 2009 | La Paz, Baja California Sur, Mexico
16 September 2009 | Puerto Escondido, BCS, Mexico
04 September 2009 | Puerto Escondido, BCS, Mexico
03 September 2009 | Puerto Escondido, BCS, Mexico
31 August 2009 | Puerto Escondido, Baja California Sur, Mexico
31 August 2009 | Puerto Escondido, Baja California Sur, Mexico
09 July 2009 | Puerto Los Gato, Baja California Sur, Mexico
07 July 2009 | San Evaristo, Baja California Sur, Mexico
04 July 2009 | Ensenada Grande, Isla Partida, Baja California Sur, Mexico
30 June 2009 | Southern Baja
22 June 2009 | Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico
19 June 2009 | La Ventana, Baja California Sur, Mexico
19 June 2009 | Puerto Ballandra, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Isla Pasavera
21 April 2009 | Chamela Bay, Jalisco, Mexico
Eric/Sunny with occasional sudden fog; birds
On our way south, we stopped in Chamela Bay, a little north of Tenecatita. In that bay are a couple of rocky islands, Isla Pasavera and Isla Colorado. Remembering the sound of the karaoke bar on the beach, as we headed back north we decided to anchor behind Pasavera to enjoy the solitude. This turned out to be a real highlight.
Isla Pasavera is owned by the birds. Frigate birds, boobies, gulls and pelicans abound among the shrubs and cacti shrouding the island. One morning I elected to swim over to the beach to see about hiking there. By the time I was wading, gulls were dive-bombing me. Not only did they aim for my head, they pooped in the water. And somehow they made the fog roll in. The only fog we've seen since California appeared in the time it took for me to swim ashore! Dodging angry gulls, I looked around and the world had turned white, the view gone in the mist. So I swam back quickly, chagrined.
Being trapped on the boat was not at all unpleasant. We went snorkeling and swimming around the boat. Fishermen came out, set their nets and anchored in the tiny cove overnight--we gave them coffee with lots of milk and sugar, for which they were quite appreciative.
We loved our couple of days at Isla Pasavera. As we have noted before, islands are their own discrete, special habitats. The birds obviously know it and want to keep it that way.