This was the second attempt to leave the island of Espiritu Santo for San Evaristo, a fishing village across the channel on Baja’s mainland, in search of food and water. Leaving behind the sleeping disco boats and two other neighbors on sailing vessels, Gia and Prole, we maneuvered a 'drive-by' so Mark (on the Prole) could toss us a bag of hazelnuts from their farm. So motoring we go, out the cove and praying for wind because it is too far for motoring the entire way.
Skipping breakfast, we left early this time looking for wind, yet again, not a puff of air greeted us in the channel. The tip of Ilsa Espiritu Santo can been seen off the starboard bow and the rocks there, called Isla Islotes, are a popular eco-tourism spot for viewing sea lions. We tack in that direction for a nice detour and then continue north. Four hours later (most of the time spent motoring) and still not a hint of wind we opt to anchor at Isla San Francisco, 8 miles south and across the channel from our shopping destination.
From a dizzying vantage point, a sweeping view of the back side of the Isla San Francisco, another large cove, and in the distance - Isla Espiritu Santo. The trail is quiet except for a flitting chirp and the occasionally cry of a gull. Scanning the desert scrub, I get a glimpse of a small bird and the source of the chirp. It is a yellow-headed something – I left my bird book at home.
Until the concert starts. After the peaceful beach experience here, the irony continues in our current anchorage. Some nice folks in a big boat next door dingy'd over to let us know they would be showing an Eagles concert for a few other yachtistas. No disco? No problem! It's dinner time and I think this is the best seat in the cove!