No Name Cove #7 to Ensenada Grande via Los Islotes

Up, coffee, dishes, straighten up, listened to the Amigo Net and yipee could hear weather!
Still ok out here, don't have to head back to the barn yet.
Went for a float before we headed out to the skipjack fishing grounds.
Some of our buddies ~ the 1/2" fish from the debris were still hanging out.
Hmmmmmm ~ aren't you little guys going to be surprised when we start those engines!

Out to the beautiful blue water, where we saw no dorados jumping, no birds working, no fish chasing each other, basically a big fat nothing, except finally a few whales cruising by.

We headed up to Los Islotes ~ the rocks where people "swim with the sea lions".We stayed on the boat.




The shape of the rocks and the perfectly placed bird poo reminded me of what Walt Disney would have come up with if someone had asked him to design a pinnacle of rocks that would be placed at the end of an island in the Sea of Cortez, where pangas could take people to "swim with the sea lions".
Nice job.

No fish by the perfect pinnacles, so back down the island to Ensenada Grande.


Where the rocks look like monkey faces.
And we had the place to ourselves.
For awhile.
Then the big boys came in.
Five big power boats.
One a behemoth.
All with their generators running and lights blazing.
All night.
One with cool underwater lights.
I knew we forgot to install something on this boat...

But still beautiful none-the-less.

We floated, swam and read the rest of the afternoon away.
Fresh water rinses, dinner of arracherra and watched the thunderheads once again form and make for a beautiful sunset.




I made up a bunk
in the cockpit and
gave Jim the bunk
inside the boat
with the fan...

Just too hot to sleep next to another sunburned sweaty body...

Hot!
Sticky!
Sunburned backs!
Windy in the middle of the night, so I checked a few things outside, then finally went in and slept at the dinette.
Hot! Sticky!
Oops, already said that.
But still good!