First, I am not a fan of Cabo. Too loud. Too many jetskis. Too rolly. But it is a great place rest up, provision, get fuel, and wait for a weather window to enter the Sea of Cortez. We checked all of those boxes, starting with lunch followed by getting fuel. Fuel transferred into the main tanks, Jack and I headed back for one more load to fill the jerry cans. All smooth until we get back to the boat and see Vicki with a fender and talking to two jetskiers. Evidently they hit the boat, or drifted into it, hard to know. It was a mother-daughter and the mom had no clue how to run a jetski. I looked at the damage from the dinghy and while she was pointing out the spot on the side just about banged in again. The damage was minor so I hollered for them to just get away from the boat. Turned out to only be black rubber from the jetski stuck on two spots and I was able to get it cleaned off. Fuck this place and the jetskis.
The next day we moved to a new spot down the beach. This kept most of the jetski non-sense away from us but we did have to use the airhorn a few times, of course the guys on the jetski just laughed. I tore into the watermaker pressure vessels and after three frustrating hours, performance was worse than when I started. I’m still sore about this so I’ll leave it there. In the afternoon we piled into the dinghy for some snorkeling at the dive spots along the area of the arch. A large school of rays was the highlight at the first spot, but the waves made visibility poor and kept the fish to a minimum. The second spot was better with a cool pinnacle rock to dive and explore. Many more fish and I even came across a sierra mackeral which was cool. Dive time over, it was back to the boat. Showers for everyone and then into town for dinner. We found a great spot, that I’m pretty sure Vicki, Janis, and I ate at nine years ago. Food was fantastic and the portions were huge, and we had just snuck in before happy hour ended so our margarita’s were ½ off! Spirits were high on the dinghy back to the boat, could be the tequila or it could have been just a great finish to the day.
Our last day in Cabo, we all headed in to drop off laundry and provision. Laundry handed off, I looked for a coffee place and stumbled on Hola Café. They just opened a month ago and it was a cute place with an excellent latte. We met the family who owns it, the father did all of the construction and painted really good murals on the walls. We learned about his growing up in Guadalajara and that he moved to Cabo five years ago to help his grandfather who owns an Airbnb with a cafeteria. Fully caffeinated we headed for groceries. It is such a change for nine years ago. Now there is a Walmart (with grociers) and a Chedraui all close to the dinghy dock. So great! Arms loaded down, we returned to try to find a place to store everything. We are quite over provisioned but with limited options until Loreto, it was best to stock up – especially on things like green curry sauce, parmesan cheese, brussel sprouts, and other impossible to find items.
Somehow the day slipped away, and at 2:30pm, Jack and I headed in to pick up the laundry. Turning the corner of the street where the laundry was waiting for us was a rotisserie chicken stand. Huh, maybe we don’t have the defrosted chicken tonight. The idea planted, after pickup up our things, we ordered the family pack (whole chicken, potatoes cooked in the chicken drippings, rice, taquitos, tortillas, salsa, and a liter of pop). One last stop for a couple final items and it was back to the boat.
With that, we said adue to Cabo fired up the engine and motored out of the bay and pointed towards the Sea of Cortez!
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