HOISTING UP THE MEXICAN FLAG!
After a leisurely morning of stowing away our things and fuelling up we head out of the harbor saying farewell to San Diego. We shared the marine highway with a huge Navel Aircraft Carrier and many other types and sizes of vessels. The sea was calm and the weather over cast with a little sunshine from the east. After a few hours of getting organized with new GPS charts we decided to head for the Coronado Islands, Crown Islands just five miles south west of Tijuana. Knowing that we will need to get up early to make Ensenada tomorrow we plan an early supper of burgers and jo jos.
Even though the new motor reacts a little differently than the old Ford I still am able to do my part to help Claes set anchor about 200 yards off shore at about 35 feet. We are surrounded by large fish boats and what appears to be numerous abalone farms on the southern tip of the larger island. On the North end of the island is a small naval station which regulate the comings and goings of the island which is a nature reserve….no visitors allowed. We can see tall satellite towers on the top. A few other sailors drop in and set anchor for the night as well. With the prevailing northwest wind we are safely tucked in and will be rocked to sleep tonight by a gentle roll.
We officially take down the American flag and exchange it for the Mexican flag now that we are technically in their waters.
Claes has intended on helping his brother Per fulfil his wish of wanting to come to Mexico this winter by spreading the remaining of his ashes here today. We know that Per is at peace and this final symbolic release has brought closure and peace for Claes. Very shortly after Claes is sitting on the bow of the boat casting his fishing rod and of course like in Canada spots a seal. On the fourth cast…………………..a fish! You betcha! He had quite a lot of fight in him and suddenly burst away when we realize that the seal is now chasing our catch. By this time Claes has asked me to get the gaff and I yell at the seal and grab the line and just barely pull the fish away from that greedy old seal!!!! Of course there is a lot of yelling going on as I am trying to chase him away. We are successful, to save our fish and have him and a whole lot of blood on the deck. Darn seal tried to bite our fish!
Thanks to nephew Ron, we have this incredible Fish encyclopedia and we very soon identify the fish as a Wahoo…………part of the mackerel family which is part of the tuna family. So we have a lovely 2 -3 pound fish in the fridge on our first night in Mexican waters. We will let you know how it tastes.
It is already dark and the lanterns are lit – we will curl up and read for awhile and have an early night to rise and shine early and head out towards Ensenada tomorrow……………..until later then good night.
Even though the new motor reacts a little differently than the old Ford I still am able to do my part to help Claes set anchor about 200 yards off shore at about 35 feet. We are surrounded by large fish boats and what appears to be numerous abalone farms on the southern tip of the larger island. On the North end of the island is a small naval station which regulate the comings and goings of the island which is a nature reserve….no visitors allowed. We can see tall satellite towers on the top. A few other sailors drop in and set anchor for the night as well. With the prevailing northwest wind we are safely tucked in and will be rocked to sleep tonight by a gentle roll.
We officially take down the American flag and exchange it for the Mexican flag now that we are technically in their waters.
Claes has intended on helping his brother Per fulfil his wish of wanting to come to Mexico this winter by spreading the remaining of his ashes here today. We know that Per is at peace and this final symbolic release has brought closure and peace for Claes. Very shortly after Claes is sitting on the bow of the boat casting his fishing rod and of course like in Canada spots a seal. On the fourth cast…………………..a fish! You betcha! He had quite a lot of fight in him and suddenly burst away when we realize that the seal is now chasing our catch. By this time Claes has asked me to get the gaff and I yell at the seal and grab the line and just barely pull the fish away from that greedy old seal!!!! Of course there is a lot of yelling going on as I am trying to chase him away. We are successful, to save our fish and have him and a whole lot of blood on the deck. Darn seal tried to bite our fish!
Thanks to nephew Ron, we have this incredible Fish encyclopedia and we very soon identify the fish as a Wahoo…………part of the mackerel family which is part of the tuna family. So we have a lovely 2 -3 pound fish in the fridge on our first night in Mexican waters. We will let you know how it tastes.
It is already dark and the lanterns are lit – we will curl up and read for awhile and have an early night to rise and shine early and head out towards Ensenada tomorrow……………..until later then good night.
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