We are fueled up (with our mighty 12 gallon tank), there are decent notherlies scheduled to blow for the next few days, the National Hurricane Center has nothing forming, and the Hydrovane blade is up and the rudder mounted: in short, except for barely any propane, we're ready to rock the ~330 nautical miles from Bahia de La Paz to La Cruz de Huanacaxtle (lah-crooz-day-whana-cox-lay).
La Paz has been great and lame at the same time. Recently it's been a breath of fresh air having the Baja HaHa'rs in town which supplies a much needed jolt of vitality to what is otherwise a sailor's retirement village. The Sea of Cortez though, for all its splendor and beauty will be forever remembered to us as a hot and barren wasteland riddled with cyclones, overpriced (and shitty) food, and gringos who really have no interest in Mexico beyond someone doing their laundry on the cheap.
In my first year of sailing a big lesson I have learned is that similar to normal life, not everyone likes the same things. People eat different food, they read different books, and enjoy different movies. You need to sail and go where you want to: no one is handing out trophies because you managed to put up with more shit than you needed to or managed to not perish in an infecund hellhole that some neckbeard finds perfect for his or her anti-social tendencies.
So we're off to La Cruz. A lot of boats depart for the South Pacific from there, something we're dumb enough to do this Spring. We might have rose colored glasses on about La Cruz. Perhaps it was simply the first place in Mexico that made us feel like real sailors, but perhaps it really is that much better than La Paz and the Sea. No matter how tinted our shades are, they're not so bad as to completely obscure the differences in culture and tone. In Banderas Bay there are kite surfers, in La Paz there are darts on Wednesdays. In La Cruz every month there is a paddle-whatever-craft race where the goal is to pick up balloons for free beer, in La Paz there is a darts game on Wednesdays. In Puerto Vallarta there is a paddleboard race through a river with actual crocodiles, and well, you know about the darts in La Paz.
We met some awesome people in La Paz, some of which we'll even get a chance to cross into the South Pacific with. We also got a chance to meet up with some previous friends and it has been nice to be somewhere largely immune to the narco cartel violence that truthfully does plague the mainland.
I'm rambling but this is my blog and it's really the only place I feel comfortable blabbling on. I know the big X is up there in your browser tab so hey, thanks for not clicking it just yet.