|Our anchorage, south of Bahia Kino Village - before the wind|
I can’t remember exactly when it happened. Was it when we first reached Isla Tiburon, or Isla Esteban? I definitely remember it happening in Bahia Kino. The first time we covered ourselves with a bed sheet, and gasp! A blanket. Nighttime was not the same anymore.
And when did I first dare to put on a hoodie to ward off a “cool” evening? The hoodie, I remember – it was in Bahia de los Perros: The Bay of Dogs (Eastern Tiburon). It felt so strange to wear a long-sleeved garment. Since then, John has even admitted to putting on socks in the early morning. We are resisting the urge, but 21 degrees Celsius is downright chilly! Oh my, what wusses we have become. The Sea of Cortez is cooling off and we’re traumatized. Yet, we are still in shorts and tank tops during the day. (You can read Rick's take on these developments here.)
|The shrimpers off Dog Bay|
|Fishing chores, one is filleting fish, the other is making|
his specialty lures
|Bahia Kino, at first, barely a mirage|
|Exploring Las Cocinas|
Las Cocinas was mildly disappointing. While there are neat rocky lobes to explore south of the bay, and some half decent snorkelling spots, it was rolly and lacked the charm I’d expected. Maybe it was the piles of jetsam on the beach. We left there early one morning, ready for a more protected anchorage. We found one, and we were instantly smitten, but that’s for another post.