Today we sail to La Paz. The best spot to anchor near El Mogote was taken by a mooring ball. Liana didn’t think it was a mooring but her eyesight
The wind blew itself out last night around midnight, and for the rest of the night we wandered around our anchor aimlessly. We awoke as the sun was peaking over the southern mountains. Dew soaked everything, we can’t even see out of the cockpit windows. The bay is as smooth as glass. A far cry from when we anchored.
“Mayday. Mayday. We’re taking on water and sinking.” We heard the panicked voice as U.S. and Mexican Coast Guard tried to ascertain who was in trouble and what their location was. Liana scrambled to write down the position.