Pic is of what was caught in my prop!

As I arrived (thankfully just before dark) there are LOBSTER POTS EVERYWHERE coming in to this place…It’s like a nightmare! I’m on high alert at the helm…dodging port to starboard, even slamming into neutral several times just in case I was too close to the floats…I’m talking like 100 pots at least…It is lobster season here…go figure…god has a sick sense of humor but had me attention! 36 hours with no sleep at this point, I didn’t see the humor in it…all I can think of is anchor down, big ol drink, some food, a hot shower and BED!!! Anchor isn’t even down yet and I hear…..

“Wades Aweigh, Wades Aweigh….this is Karma…over?”
no way, the only other boat is the “kids” Heather & Liam…calling me from shore…at a big BBQ…saying “hurry up man, its a full on beach BBQ and you are now the guest of honor…GET IN HERE!” Shit…this was not part of my plan….BUT…I shake it off…take a quick shower and launch the dingy…head to shore in pitch black, land with a headlamp…Liam & some other dude in a car pick me up and drive back up to the house on the hill….it begins…

Very nice hosts, they own the restaurant I am sitting at right now, we had fish tacos, wine etc…there were some surfer dudes from the bay area, mostly all locals otherwise who none spoke english except the host…about 9pm I tapped out with eyes crossed, towed Karma in their dingy back to their boat and finished out my night with two fingers of Pendleton (neat) laying in the cockpit looking up at a fiery sky filled with the most brilliant stars you have ever seen….magic. In fact this whole trip is like a magic carpet ride. Incredible.

Next day I meet “Arturo” owner of the beer store…He shows me how to properly prepare a Tecate with lime & salt, sells me a case, 3 Indio beers and 3 cans of smoked yellowtail tuna (if I can’t catch the damn thing may as well but it) and shows me several videos on his IPHONE of his band…he plays with his 2 sons & nephew. He offers to drive me back to the beach with all my heavy cans of beer & fish, I immediately accept…4 beers and a margarita later, yes, I’m pretty happy…we sing mexican songs loudly with the windows down…of course i have no stinking idea what I’m singing but he is laughing…hard…says “Senior! I haz no ideas you are di Michael Buble! I Immediately tell him I love him and thanks for the sentiment….another carbon copy of a beautiful exciting unpredictable day!! Gotta love Mexico!

I head out tomorrow for Mag Bay, an overnighted, winds are supposed to build so I hope to sail the entire way…after all it is a SAILBOAT, not a motorboat! Under full sail, moving along, it is always like the first time, exciting, fun and magical, I will never get tired of that!

Thanks for following along!
Capt Fulfillment!