Los Frailles

 Well I have finally arrived.  This place is what
I have been waiting for. The water is 89 deg
and you can see for miles underwater,
The color of the water is just beautiful
and there are fish everywhere.
   There are several Palapas to pick from
while enjoying the beach and maybe a picnic.
I was hard pressed to leave but
I guess there will be more places.  I really can't
remember why I left.  Perhaps it will come to me
someday.  This was my first beach landing
with my dinghy as well as my first beach launch.
Sounds simple to most of you I know

but the truth is that it can be quite

lethal.  I actually did it twice.  Once that day

and again the next morning.

  There was a truck that came by two or three

times a week.  Literally a pickup truck with ice chests in the bed. There were fresh homemade

tortillas, a few cucmbers, I got a banana and a 1/2 gallon of milk. It was a great reason to do a

dinghy landing.  Kim, a fellow single hander, got

some chicken and 1 homemade tamale.  There

was only one left.  Guess the fisherman beat us

to it.  Apparently the truck and driver are furnished by the government as a service to the fisherman

so they can stay and fish and still eat.

   It was so much fun swimming off the side

of the boat. We had a few dinners on the

boats.  One night I made Tacos with

beef Arrachera that I picked up at

Costco of all places, in Cabo(something I must learn

to make).  Then coctails on Corvedae,

an Island Packet 36,  Nona and Steve.

Nona is a retired Operating room nurse.

 

Nothing in common there.

   Alas Arione showed up after having all of their

fuel lines replaced in San Jose Del Cabo.

Very glad to see them as I was worried when I left.

Next thing I know it was morning and

they had decided to leave after listening to

the weather report. It wasn't so good. I can now get reports on the Single Side Band  but at the time I was having

a bit of trouble getting that channel so I decided

to get out of Dodge.  Well maybe that's why I

left........it was enough to get me going. 

   So sadly I pulled up stakes (my anchor) and slipped out of Dodge.  Headed for Las Muertos.

So sorry to leave...I hope I find some places just as beautiful.