Suicidal squids have left their marks.
So we peel them off the deck and 
Along with a few flying fish...
One who ended his flying fish life peacefully in our dinghy.
So now we sit at anchor in Muertos waiting for a Norther to blow through.
We watch whales cruise by the anchorage with whale watching pangas way too close to them.
We read.We make french toast out of stale bread.
We bake fresh bread.
We swim.
We get over our colds.
We enjoy the beautiful turquoise water.
We see that the restaurant has put out a little dinghy dock.
We go to the restaurant on the beach and have giant hamburgers, fries and ice cold beers.
We sleep.We listen to weather and the nets.
We doink around on the internet.
We wash dishes.
We watch three boats sail around the anchorage chasing each other.
We read some more.
We enjoy this Norther.
