….we sailed in early April, getting ready for our Summer off the Baja peninsula. Little did we know that only a small and hardy band of sailors stay on their boats here in the heat of the season. So many either pull their boats and leave them out of the water, or keep them somewhere in a protected marina on the mainland. And then they go elsewhere, either home, if they have one, or just…elsewhere. Who knew? All the blogs I followed from the northwest had a stint in the Sea of Cortez for the Summer, so it was just the way we had always planned it. We will see how far North we can go, and how long we can last. So it was that we did a double over-nighter back from the mainland coast to Mazatlan (once again,) and then another double over-nighter across the Sea of Cortez to La Paz, where we have been happily planted for a couple of weeks now.
La Paz is a smaller, cozier town, certainly than Mazatlan, and so far we find it more charming. It has plenty of Mexican flavor, but also a dose of Gringo influence, which makes it feel a bit more familiar. It also has wider streets, and the houses and buildings have a lower profile, with one or two stories most prevalent. It somehow reminds me of some of the small Hill country towns in Texas, and I always loved those places. Plus, we’re in the desert now. There are some colorful blooms, but lots of dry hills and cactus. We’re dock monkeys once again, but it seems we don’t mind that for a time. After thoroughly exploring La Paz, and a quick trip back to the States next month for our tourist visas, we plan to head out into the Sea and explore…for as long as we can do it. Here’s hoping we can thin out our blood, to at least Texas-grade, before we have to endure the triple digits. Eight years in the Pacific Northwest was not the ideal preparation, I’m afraid.
The view from our slip at Marina Palmira
Sidewalks here are dangerous if you’re distracted