The bricked street marks the beginning of El Camino Real, which goes north into California. A lovely walk from the Malecon to the shopping district.
And then we returned to Isla Coronado, to a much higher-end neighborhood than the one we’d left. At the south end of the anchorage, a huge sailboat had dropped anchor. It boasts three spreaders on its very tall mast as opposed to our two on the main mast. Just north of them was one of those double-decker cigarette boats, with all sorts of young people (20+) hanging on it and off it and in the water around it. To the very north, Delia was anchored. We met their Mexican skipper last year in Aqua Verde and later in Escondido. All of the boats in the anchorage sport at least a paid captain (probably additional crew) except for Sea Venture, unless you count the food I provide our captain as his pay, or the comfort of a lovely boat that he produces for me as stipend for my contribution.
And smack dab in the middle of the bay? The BIG BOYS, documented out of the Cayman Islands.
If you look closely, you’ll see two men sitting on the lower aft deck. That will help put the size into perspective. Ostar’s stern is 213 yards away from us. That’s over 600 feet. (I know, it doesn’t look like it, but Michael bought me a cute little range finder that keeps me from worrying about distance. He calls it a marriage saver. I no longer say, “But, honey, we’re too close,” only to have him respond with, “Over 400 feet. Don’t worry.” Sure. Now, I’m often the one who drives us to a spot, gauges the distance from land or other boats, checks the depth, and says to Michael –at the ready to drop anchor — “This works!”) Here’s a side view of Ostar. Cash registers go ka-ching! in my mind when I think about the fuel bills. And with a federal tax of 11% added to the bill, and the 20% on top of all of that?
And now for the entertainment: dancing rays.
I wish you could hear the slap, slap of dozens of rays. All evening, all morning, they leapt and slapped. We could see them swimming under water right next to the boat. Michael took videos, so if we figure out how to upload one someday, we’ll show you.
The day came to a lovely close with the sun performing as usual.
Just before I took these pictures, Zepelin returned to the anchorage. We will visit with them after dinner, taking chocolates from Sea Venture (thanks to Gary from Dash for emptying his refrigerator in our direction).
