We decided to dive the southern pinnacles in San Juanico ... again very cold and in this case, not nearly as clear as Monserrat. Oh well, you can get spoiled. We ran ashore through the desert, and snorkeled until our skin looked like a pickle. A friend taught Bill how to find Chocolate clams, which may have been consumed with gusto that evening!
Diane learned "the art of the deal" trading ice that we had to a local fisherman for a whole bunch of dorado. Wow!
We left San Juanico for
The anchorage at Mulege leaves a bit to be desired. It's a roadstead anchorage (no protection) and there's a lot of seagrass to fowl your anchor if you're not careful. Net, we only stayed there one night before heading on to Santa Rosalia.
Santa Rosalia is another fascinating town, mostly built by the French 120 years ago. They build the town in a clapbo
Well, once again, schedules called us. It was time to leave for San Carlos, so Sunday evening, May 13th, we left.
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