Onward to La Paz

November 22, 2024   
The next day, Friday, November 22, 2024, we motored to the anchorage of Ensenada el Cardinal on Isla Partida. 
We stayed here for Saturday.   Jason got the bottom of our boat cleaned off, and we enjoyed the lovely beach and some swimming. 
On Sunday morning we pulled up anchor and headed on towards La Paz, but we ended up anchoring again after about an hour because we were having to motor into south-westerly winds, which were dramatically slowing down our progress.  We anchored for about two hours and let the wind calm down, before we pulled up anchor once again and carried on making much better progress.  
Falcon loved the motoring through the channel into the La Paz harbour.  He went from one side of the cockpit to the other, waving to all of the Pangas that went by saying, “Hi Panga”.  When we got into the La Paz harbour we motored over to the area where we had been anchored two years ago.  The whole area was free of boats so we got our choice spot. 
Two years ago we had been here with Falcon still in my uterus, and then as an infant, and now here we were with him almost two years old waving and saying "Hi" to all of the boats.   
In the summer of 2023 La Paz was hit by a hurricane, and about 50 boats were lost.  Apparently cruisers who were here last winter witnessed much of the wreckage still in the clean-up process, but this year things were mostly back to normal.  That being said, we anchored well away from, but near a mast that was sticking up out of the water from a sunken boat.  For ten days that eerie shipwreck, the constant reminder of what can happen to anyone, remained our unmoving neighbour.  The furling foresail was still on, which we were surprised about because usually wrecked boats in Mexico are stripped quite quickly of anything valuable.  Perhaps this was a recent wreck?   
One evening, after dark, while we were eating dinner, we heard banging.  Jason looked out and saw some lights and a panga over at the mast of the wreck.  We thought that it was odd that they were working at night, but we went back to our dinner.   
Next morning our "neighbour" was gone.  It was strange to look towards the mangroves and not see the familiar mast sticking up.  We tendered over to check it out and found the sunken boat still visible in the depths.  The people had seemingly just taken the mast, and had left the wreck unmarked underwater with an old rope trailing up to the surface.   
The next day, while we were on shore, we found a cylinder of foam, which we brought back and tied to the floating rope as a marker to warn any unsuspecting boats that might want to anchor. 

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  1. The deserted, seemingly pristine beaches near your anchorage are a gift. Enjoy every moment!

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