The tropical depression was elevated to a tropical storm and named
Raymond. Models disagree somewhat, but agree that it’s headed for Cabo.
We’d rather not be there when Raymond arrives, so we’re staying in Bahia
Magdalena.

Our crew, Pete and Colleen had airplane tickets out of Cabo, expecting
to arrive by boat; since this boat isn’t headed that way they needed to
come up with plan B. Luckily their shoreside support (aka their kids)
has better access to the internet than we do, so they were able to
figure out the bus schedule. Porto San Carlos is the nearest “town” with
bus service, and is luckily just a 45 minute ride up a twisty estuary in
a Panga. Once the plans were made, we had a last supper together aboard,
with the last bottle of wine and the final game of Whist.

On the 16^th , after some confusion (and after the fishermen returned
with their morning catch) they caught a panga with several other
cruisers to San Carlos. Luckily, one of the cruisers is a native of
Galicia (Spain) and was able to hook them up with a driver and an
unreliable car for the trip to Constitucion to catch the bus. After some
adventures they finally arrived at their hotel in Cabo, and then the
flight home.

Meanwhile, Raymond arrived in Cabo and influenced the weather in Bahia
Santa Maria. I woke up in the middle of the night of the 16^th to rain
coming in through the hatch and building wind. Raymond was a day early.
We quickly closed ports and hatches and as the wind built we winched the
dinghy motor aboard and then hoisted the dinghy onto the cabin top and
griped it down. It was a night of bobbing at anchor as the wind and
waves built. Max wind speed was only 21kts and sustained about 16. The
rain was heavy at times and we mostly stayed inside the next day except
to replace the snubber with a stronger one with more chafe gear and let
out more scope.

We heard on the VHF (radio) net the next morning that Ragtime’s dinghy
had come adrift overnight and were glad we had hoisted ours. Their
dinghy and 20 hp outboard were not found.

By the 18^th , the effects of Raymond had dissipated. A lobster
feed/potluck lunch ashore was announced on the morning net. The village
fishermen were contracted to catch 55 lobsters at $5 each. Linda baked
bread for the potluck, we dinghyed ashore, visited with our friends and
then gave the crew of Ragtime a lift back to their boat in our dinghy.
That afternoon we stowed the dinghy aboard and prepped for our first
overnight passage with just Linda and I aboard.

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