Sunrise with the moon on Wednesday, September 14 

When we woke up, it was rolly in the anchorage. The rolling made us so lethargic, so we had a hard time getting moving in the morning. Chris let us know that he’d decided to continue north today, so we said our goodbyes… or more accurately, our “see ya laters,” since we will see him again sooner or later.  

In another fortuitous coincidence, four boats that we were friendly with, including one of the families, happened to be two anchorages south of us, in a bay called Ensenada El Pescador. We headed over to join them. It was a quick half-hour ride. 

We were relieved that it was much calmer in Pescador. The lovely bay has a tiny island smack in the middle of it, which helps keeps the swells out. 

We got the dinghy down and went to shore with the other family. The shore had soft sand – the sand in Don Juan, La Mona and La Gringa had more small rocks than soft sand. The shore was littered with driftwood and seashells.

There was an abandoned resort along the shore, so we checked out the ruins. A couple of the buildings were intact and locked up tight. From what we could see peeking through the windows, they looked beautiful. 

The cruisers told us that one building was newly damaged from the hurricane that had just occurred on the 8th; the sliding glass doors had been blown down. The kids tried to clean up the mess. 

Most of the building were in various stages of ruin. There were also several foundations from buildings that were now totally gone. 

Whoever built this place had invested a lot of love and money into it. We wondered why they’d abandoned it. 

The kids played in the water until Keith got a jellyfish sting. It hurt so bad that he didn’t want to play any more. 

In the evening, we all got together for a bonfire on the beach. Here is the sun setting behind the bonfire. 

As a side note, in La Gringa, we’d noticed tons of small red spots all over the top deck and roof of the pilot house. It took a bit of elbow grease to get them off. We’d thought it was blood. We speculated that maybe a bird flew over the boat with a bloody fish, or maybe the bird was injured and bleeding. Today one of the cruisers told us the red dots are moth poop!