The morning breeze was from the north, as usual right on the nose, but nice and light. Unfortunately for us, It did not last very long... it got bigger and steep waves converged to create the old washing machine effect. We changed course from Isla San Benito on the outside of Cedros Island to going inside that Cedros for the protection it offered. Just when we started to feel the calming effects of our late decision, we spot a Mexican Navy ship speeding towards us. Great. I have a fishing line out but my license to do such activity had recently expired, but that wasn't all.
Turtle Bay; where all roads are dirt and lead to more dirt. The surrounding hills and mountains are quite barren, hardly a cactus growing there. The winds blow ceaselessly through this dusty town, leaving cinder block shacks with a layer of soft dirt. It's the largest natural bay in Baja and the only thing probably stopping it from becoming a very busy port is water. There isn't any fresh water for hundreds of miles away, it must be trucked in. The thing is, I can’t figure out why this town appears to be in the middle of a financial boom.
It was beautifully sunny though, helping to warm our tropical bones from the chilly Pacific breeze we were no longer accustomed to. Ginger was treated to a huge school of dolphin who joined us during our second morning at sea during a welcome lull in the weather.
We think our fate will be somewhat less dramatic. The forecast is calling for Blanca to dissipate before reaching our neighborhood and so those are the laurels we are resting on. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; there has never been a hurricane to hit the Baja Peninsula the first part of June in recorded history. Ever. Dois says that it’s like waiting for a bus that’s coming right at you, full speed and the driver is supposed to slam on the brakes just before he hits the bus stop. It may be dumb blonde, but I have faith in the bus's brakes.
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