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!