Dawn on Wednesday, December 31

This morning, we were awoken at 0600 from radio chatter. When Eric turned on the internet (when we’re at anchor, we turn Starlink off at night because it’s a power hog), he saw an explosion of What’s App chatter amongst the flotilla group. “The La Paz Waltz” had made the boats in the anchorage move oddly in the night. We’d first heard the term “The La Paz Waltz,” in Baja to describe when boats didn’t move in unison because the wind direction conflicted with strong currents — some boats moved with the wind, others with the current. The boats in the anchorage reported they had abnormal tracks around their anchors and several had come disconcertingly close to hitting one another – within 20 feet! Tiki Tour moved to an anchorage a mile away. Two of the boats went to join the other half of the group in Big Majors. Zimovia stayed put since they were now alone and there was no one to hit them.

Dawn on Monday, December 29, 2025

We only got to see part of the sunrise because a cloud descended and blocked the view. Here was the sun just as the cloud began to descend.

We haven’t been in “civilization” since December 17, and our trash has been accumulating. We had put a full trash bag out in the cockpit a few days ago. When Christi went out to take the sunrise photos, she saw that the entire cockpit was covered in maggots. She told Eric about the problem and the two of them bagged the trash up into a sturdier bag and made sure it was really secure so no more maggots could escape, then cleaned up all the maggots in the cockpit. Ugh. It was not a fun start to the day.