Before we left San Jose del Cabo for our next stop, we had to give Maluhia some more attention. Engine checks revealed a mysterious bolt and washer had worked its way loose during our sail down the coast. We also found small pieces of rubber coming off one of the belts. Things you just can’t ignore. The belt, despite missing a few pieces off the top of the grooves, was still holding strong, so we left it. Now, where does that bolt go? At first glance everything looked normal. But, our dinosaur (diesel engine) is about 3 feet tall by 3 feet wide. This missing bolt issue would require inspection with a fine tooth comb. At second glance we discovered that the mysterious bolt had worked its way off the mounting block for our engine driven refrigerator compressor. Whew! Nothing too serious. We left it be. It would take both of us, and a crow bar to lift it back into place. Instead, I let Grant school me on how to change the oil. I decided I would like to get to know the dinosaur on a more personal level. Surprisingly, changing the oil was easier with two people helping. One to hold the oil bucket while the other siphons the oil out. Unfortunately, space constraints do not allow gravity to assist in the matter.
After giving our engine a little love, and double checking the weather we were ready to hit the ocean and get on our way. Our final destination would be La Paz. We could be there in approximately 36-hours if we sailed nonstop from Los Cabos, but seriously what is the rush? The whole point of cruising is to start living life a little bit slower. That means stopping to smell the roses more than once in a while. Our sail to Bahia Los Frailes started out with variable winds that left us motoring sailing our way towards our destination.
A few hours into our sail, we found a fishing hole with about 50 boats just hanging out in this massive area of deep water on the horizon. I got the camera, and then it happened. About 150 yards in front of our boat there was a huge explosion of water. “What the hell was that?!” I said. Grant immediately slowed us down. A rather large fish just shot up out of the water? No. Not just any large fish! A freaking whale had surfaced and slapped the water! It was a crazy sight, and with all of the excitement I still managed to catch on camera what looks like some sort of deep sea creature. We immediately turned away from the action. No need to be getting too close for comfort. Thank you for the show Mr. Whale, we will be on our way now.
After all of this time moving South down the coast, we were now heading North along the inside of the Baja finger. How can we now be traveling North? I felt all turned around because for so long our compass was always pointing South, South East and now we were traveling North? But, so many people had convinced us La Paz was worth the visit and suggested it was a great place for anything boat related. Humm, what would we need that is boat related? Maybe a SSB radio antenna, torn spinnaker sail repair . . . there has to be something. Cabo pretty much sucked in terms of marine stores and resources. Another plus, we knew a bunch of our Baja Ha Ha friends were hanging out there.
The wind picked up nicely by the time we approached Frailes. Should we just continue on? (Another beauty of cruising, learning to be flexible.) We were towing Petit Bateau (dinghy) who was having a great time dancing in Maluhia’s surf. Nah . . . we decided to get some rest and pull into Frailes.
After anchoring, we sat together on the bow riding the bumpy SW wind waves that were rolling into the anchorage. Did it bother us we were on a lee shore? No. My gosh, no. It seemed to be a normal occurrence to flip at least 360 degrees around our anchor every night in a Mexican anchorage. Our anchor was pretty sweet and had proven itself a million times thus far. We continued to sit on our foredeck together as if we were sitting out on our front porch discussing the weather. Should we stay? I think it’s calming down. Is it calming down? Let’s just stick around for awhile, we can always move later. I don’t really want to go to shore with the surf crashing. Although, I bet they have fish. . . on and on went our conversation, while we enjoyed the sunset.
Finally, we decided to get some food and call it a night. Just as we were falling asleep, everything seemed to calm down. Throughout the night a few more boats joined us. We both woke up around 3:30 AM and decided we weren’t tired anymore. So we pulled up the anchor, and hit the ocean again towards Ensenada de los Muertos (Bay of the dead).