|Frances silhouetted on the dinghy|
bow as we motor out of another cave.
This past May, sitting in a Guaymas boat yard with the mercury showing 111 degrees Fahrenheit and with blast furnace-like winds filling the air and the inside of the boat with dust and with mosquitos toughing it out just to suck us dry, we wondered aloud how we were going to survive a summer in the Sea of Cortez. I mean, this was still springtime and Guaymas wasn’t even as far north as we planned to sail. All the superlatives we’d read and heard people use to describe the summer Sea suddenly carried great weight. We were doomed.
Yet for all the dire warnings and our own apprehensions, we also knew people who’d intentionally spent multiple summers in the Sea and they didn’t seem totally nuts.
We remained steadfast to our plans, we would subject ourselves to a summer in the Sea and judge it for ourselves.
|This was our favorite cave, a big, cool|
cavern in the Sea that few seem
to visit or know about. It's on the eastern
side of Islas Espiritu Santos, just south
of Caleta Partida.
- The water is exceptionally nice. People told us the Sea would get so hot that jumping in would offer no relief. This just ain’t true. This year, water temps in the Sea were hotter than normal, and yet we all enjoyed every cooling minute we spent bathing, swimming, and snorkeling.
|Snorkeling paradises are along every shoreline.|
|Not a bad way to spend a day.|
|Natural playgrounds, see Eleanor?|
My little spelunker.
|The crew in our dinghy.|
|Eleanor feeling her way.|
|This photo is right-side-up. Look at all the good-sized and disparate|
rocks that appear glued to the ceiling of this cave. Some of those are