a Kindle is a great way to pass the time on an uneventful passage
I did get a good shot of Chirpy, with Paul, Laura and Jennifer aboard, along the way.
Chirpy, a steel hulled sailboat from Deep Bay, Vancouver Island
Thor with Mark and Lori aboard - East Cape in the background
We arrived at Los Meurtos, 46 miles later, at about 3pm. There were quite a few boats at this anchorage as, not only is it a cubby hole for sailors continuing on to La Paz, it is also the primary jumping off point for those crossing to Mazatlan and Puerto Vallarta. However, the water and the wind in the bay were very quiet and we were able to take a secure anchorage right in front of the white sandy beach.
At Los Meurtos a paved road leads to La Paz and, as a result, it has more “civilization”. To the left of the beach is some kind of resort with a huge golf course spread out behind it. It looked very bizarre to me, shimmering emerald green grass, in a land with very little water and surrounded by such dry and barren surroundings.
Los Meurtos in the haze of late afternoon
To the right of the beach was a little palapa that served simple meals and cervesa. A little beyond that was a very interesting “folly” that looked like something out of a Disney movie.
The ensenada (or cove) is called “Los Meurtos” (the dead) not because it was a place of death, but because of the moorings that were used to hold the barges and ships that supplied the now defunct silver mines and transported salt produced nearby. These moorings were made with giant anchors buried in the sand and ore carts from the mines which were referred to as “dead men”. However, because of the implication of the name on the sensitivities of the people who are developing this area, there is a push to rename it “Bay of Dreams”. For us, it was a bay of dreams, as we were early to bed and slept well.
Oh - and time for a shower - I'll leave you to decide what the caption really should read!