Sailing in Baja Sur

Our new asymmetrical spinnaker on its maiden flying.

Me in my Whistle Wing crew shirt in front of the "battle sail."

The first sunset of the trip right after the clouds cleared.

Joe tried to feed this bird that stopped for a rest, turns out it doesn't like bread at all and walked right over the entire slice he tried to feed it. Mike actually at the piece later. And the bird ended up falling in to the water and dying shortly after this was taken.

Joe in his stoic pose as we are about to set anchor in Bahia Tortugas, our first anchorage.

Up on the bow as we come in to the bay.

A picture of the Whistle Wing as we leave in the dinghy. Notice the wonderfully disproportional mast. We can fly!

Who says pelicans were ever endangered?

I don't think that this truck in Bahia Tortugas was used very often.

The town of Bahia Tortugas. Everything you would expect out of movie and more.

Jamie and Joe trudging down a hill in search of the baseball diamond in Tortugas.

When I say we played baseball in Bahia Tortugas, it was actually several hundred locals and cruisers playing a very loose version of the game. Fun nonetheless and everyone got to bat.

The main plaza in Tortugas where the town and governor turned out to welcome the Baja Ha-Ha.

This is how the local fishermen offload their nets at the end of the day.

The dilapidated tuna refinery that I mentioned in my blog.

These kids played on the beach for hours on end.

Quite the decorate, yet non functional, pengero.

Mid Latitude 30 beach party in Bahia Santa Maria. The catamaran "Younger Girl" ran aground and could not be pulled off as the tide came up. Later she was freed when the water rose.

A stream/river cuts through the beach and into the Bay.

The streets are so dusty and made of dirt that the town pays for a water truck to come by every night and spray the roads to keep them compact and from blowing away.

Our first landed catch. We put the line out and within 2 minutes had this on the hook. Mahi-mahi eaten right after cleaning is probably the freshest sushi available.

The top of a hill that I decided to conquer in Bahia Santa Maria.

Mike and I took the dinghy up into a mangrove tributary and had a flock of pelicans flying escort.

Mike, mangrove swamp, an engine, the sun.... ALL THAT IS MAN!

The tiny fishing village in Santa Maria. These two guys are flouring big tuna steaks and packing them in giant crates to ship to market.

Jamie and Mike in the cockpit.

A great sunrise met us as we were well on our way from Santa Maria. It was an early morning.

The full moon rises at Los Frailes.

Joe.... need I say any more?

Mike at the navigators/electronics station.

Pangeroes all grouped around a school of bait fish in Los Muertos.

Joe using a signaling mirror to shave in the cockpit.

After our several mile beach walk we came across this hidden resort.

Mike snorkeling alongside the boat.

Another day in paradise.

The Mexican Navy frigate that dispatched sailors to board us.

The Mexican Navy as they depart.

The malecon in La Paz.

Domestic Mike making some salad dressing.

"And the flames got higher..."

Mike and I walked right in to a protest march in La Paz.

Our safety standards include... one vise grip, two towels for potential blood staunching, and a stove to steady our hands.

Hot sauce, because you can't live without it. Complete with an EPIRB and strobe.

The sunset at Marina Palmira in La Paz.