We walked about ten block into town and were headed across a tiny little one way street when we ran across Tom and Jeanie of Eagle. They were headed around the corner to the telephone shop. We had a good chat with them and are now signed up for the bar at Loreto Fest for a couple of hours of duty. Leaving them we headed to the grocery store, filled up our little granny cart and headed back to the boat. At the grocery we came across Tom and Jeanie once more as well as Bella Brisa, Rich and Cathy. The store was hopping since it was Taxi day into town from
One of the two dock kids was still hanging around the dinghy so he got his reward and we were off to Neos.
Back home, we made water and got the groceries restocked and during that time the waves kicked up a little. It was a bit rocky and rolly but nothing we couldn't handle but who knows what it might turn into. With just a few hours of daylight left I made the decision to cross the channel to Isla Carmen to an anchorage we had been to last year, Bahia Marquer. Sue agreed and we were out of there in five minutes. Then I got the idea about a place I had seen on our trip north, Bahia Chuenque doesn't get much of a write up in the guide other than a picture of the bay with an anchor indicating a good anchorage. It is right around the corner from
The bay is about a half mile across with lots of palm trees, real unusual. There is a row of houses along the water's edge looking mostly like gringo places, lots of mobile homes and roof shelters next to homes for protection. There are a few fishing boats but not many. Highway one runs just behind town up on the hillside so you can hear the traffic at times as the cars and trucks zip by. Then just behind the road are the giant mountains that look like something out of the grand canyon with all the layers with their different color stripes.
Shucks, no time for cards yesterday, but we did get in our nightly fix of Sopranos. More mob problems, more people getting written out of the script, ha
more later..
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