Sailing on Kiwi 3

12-4-2015 Ensenada El Cardonal, i think this is the name of the island and, Caleta Partida is the name of our anchorage. we took off from wherever we were last night just after breakfast. We all met on Pats boat, he had whipped up a tasty scramble. The seas were much calmer today, the sun was shining and it was a nice pleasant sail. I rode today with Patti. She is a much better sailer than Pat. Kiwi 3 (Patti’s boat) seems much easier to sail, easier to handle than Pats big boat. Pats boat one has to take a few steps back and forth across the deck in order to winch the jib from one side to the other. Patti is able to do this from the one position of standing at the helm. It took us at least 3 hours to go 3 miles. Lots of tacking back and forth to finally get to our anchorage. We did not motor at all thought. I had my handline in the water and really expected to catch another fish, but i did not. I also left my rod and reel with Orca and they too got skunked. After anchoring we all met on Corina, which is Doomsday Bob and Brandts boat. We went there for burgers. I sat back with Bob and found that he is pretty funny. Funny in the fact that he really gets worked up about everything. Doomsday fits him perfectly. Brandt talks like Norm McDonald and is very calm and patient with Bob. I kinda think Bob can’t help that he is so negative about everything. He had mentioned the night before that he worked on old VW’s so i was asking him about stuff. I told him i had a 66 and he proceeded to tell me what a piece of shit car it was and how 1966 vans are the worst car made, the brakes are shit, the steering is shit, the engine is shit, with each shit his voice would get loader and he’d become more intense. Then Brandt would look up and give him a nod like “Calm down Bob” and Bob would then change it up and say something like, VW’s are great cars, easy to work on, run forever i am just an old man what do i know, and then the whole thing would start back up again. I found it kind of funny and entertaining. Patti, Bones, and John are not into him at all. After lunch we skiffed up to the edge of some rocks, anchored and tied our boats together. We jumped in the water and did a little snorkeling. nothing spectacular compared to other places i have snorkeled. Patti got bored quick and decided to swim back to the boat. I was ready to go soon after and Pat said he had a cramp so Pat and i skiffed back to the boat picking Patti up along the way. We relaxed a bit and then all went to the big beach. I was excited to do a bit of hiking. Not getting much exercise sitting on the boat. It is a lot of work if you are the one sailing. Patti sorta offered to let me take the helm, but i could tell she really wanted to do it herself, and that was no big deal to me. We got to the beach and i walked towards the rocks and cactus. I waned to get a photo next to one. On the way there i found loads of dried up puffer fish, would really suck to have stepped on one barefoot. I had shoes on though. I was nearly to the first cactus when i heard a whistle being blown and yelling. I looked back and saw a boat and the rest of the guys gathered around it. Park Federalies. I guess it is illegal to have a dog on the beach, and there is to be no hiking of any kind allowed. Well that wasn’t ver fun. Everyone drinks tequila like water, so we had a couple shots (though i sipped them) of tequila and headed back to our boat. We all met on Pats boat for dinner and drinks. Patti made cookies and i made Jumblia , with sausage that John brought and some chunks of meat that Pat had. Patti tried to say that she saw the Southern Cross at 4am that morning, which none of us believe since it is a southern hemisphere thing and the equator is another 3000+ miles away. We have a great view of the stars with no other lights around. Very spectacular. We were all well tired, and called it a night around 8pm.