(Jan. 7) We went in and hung out on the beach today, had lunner at the only restaurant, and then went out to dinghy home. One thing about cruising in Mexico is there are a lot of beach break dinghy landings. This is something, surprisingly, that Ali and I almost never had to deal with on our previous sail. I'm not sure why that is, but here on the mainland Mexico coast we get to contend with swells that have traveled thousands of miles and are determined to break right on top of us. Today there were almost no waves so I just walked us out through the six-inch breakers and prepared to hop in the dinghy and take off. But before I could a wave reared up and broke right on the front of the dinghy soaking all of us through and through. We've got to work on our form a bit.
So I isolated the starter battery today and went to fire up the engine. Nothing. That battery, despite reading 12.2v couldn't even begin to turn the engine over. Normally this would be evident easily enough because the starter battery and the house batteries should be isolated from each other, joined by a voltage relay, but that relay stopped working a while back and we've just had the whole system piggy-backed since then. So obviously finding this out was a big help. I disconnected the starter battery from the whole system, connected the starter to the house bank, and we were back in business. Of course I've said that before. I still think when we get back to civilization I'm going to pull the alternator and have it checked out. Something just doesn't seem right to me.
Oh, and the Xantrex battery bank monitor is always showing .4v lower than actual. This is a new development as well. What the hell?
There were only a handful of boats here last month but today I counted nineteen in the anchorage. Fortunately it's a big bay with good holding and is well protected.
(Jan. 8) This is why everyone cruising in Mexico has a dinghy with wheels. That's two hundred and some odd pounds of dinghy there. No problem for Ali and I back in the day, but the four extra legs and feet aren't really helping much right now.Life aboard is a bit of a challenge right now.
Lowe has really been having a hard time with the teething and his sleep has been pretty horrendous. In a house this is tough but bearable, on a boat it is brutal. Nobody, except Ouest who thankfully sleeps right through most of the worst of it, is getting any sleep. Ali bearing the brunt of it. It's easy to forget sometimes that the positives far outweigh the negatives in this chosen lifestyle, especially with two young ones.
But they do. Today we went in for our routine swim. Ouest is hardly two and is every bit the water baby I always hoped she would be. And when she got hungry she told us she was all done and was ready for fish tacos. So we walked over in our bare feet, sat down in the shade, ordered two beers, one jugo, and a plate of fish, rice, and tortillas. Ouest scarfed down her food in bites taken in between running off to see the dog hiding underneath a truck or to fill her bucket with sand while singing some unintelligible song to herself. And Lowe ate and then fell peacefully asleep in Mama's arms. All within view of our home. It's hard to complain about that.
(Jan. 9) Tenacatita. Busy mornings filled with kids' breakfast, play, and Lowe's sporadic naps. Afternoons spent on the beach and in the restaurant. Nights playing on deck as the sun slips underneath the hills, one last kids' meal, and bedtime stories.
Today we hung out with friends we last saw in San Francisco. Their seven-year-old took Ouest by the hand and played with her for a couple of hours. Ouest loved every second of it.