So.....we motored all but 15 of the 400 miles from Santa Rosalia to Mazatlan. That's the way it is here in Mexico. We took a slip at the old Marina Mazatlan so we could visit friends and do some serious provisioning. We ran across quite a few boaters we hadn't seen since 2005. Anyway, our friend, Lynn on Wildfire, took us to Sam's club where we were giddy with all that Sam had to offer! Like kids in the candy store, we over bought on all our favorite items. We stayed for a week before heading out for an overnighter to La Cruz but, we needed fuel after that 400 mile trip so Jean called the local fuel dock to make sure they were open. The fuel dock has only been open 2 weeks but they said that they "were ready for us and that, don't worry, we have 10 feet of water along side the fuel dock." That much was true however, the channel to the dock had much less than that. We ran aground in the mud 100 feet from the dock. So, Jean called them and they sent a boat over to sound the channel and sure enough, there wasn't enough water! They were very apologetic (even brought out a few cold colas for us) and offered us a free night at their docks. We had to wait 3 hours for the tide to change and we easily backed off the mud bar and waited until there was enough water to get to the dock.
By that time it was too late to head out so we took them up on the free night. A couple of days later we arrived at a much changed La Cruz. Our little town now has a 300-plus, slip marina under serious construction (offering slips at a bargain rate of $1000/month) and many, many condos being built. The beach palapa where we play music, (as seen here), is no longer on the beach. The little row houses outside of town that were selling for $25,000 USD in 2005 are now going for $80,000 USD! So many changes that we think this may be the last time we will stay here for any length of time. But, this time we are staying until late February. Jean is showing her beaded jewlery twice a month at a local artwalk and I play classical guitar next to her stand to attract customers. Geez, the Baja was so low key compared to this...
So.....we motored all but 15 of the 400 miles from Santa Rosalia to Mazatlan. That's the way it is here in Mexico. We took a slip at the old Marina Mazatlan so we could visit friends and do some serious provisioning. We ran across quite a few boaters we hadn't seen since 2005. Anyway, our friend, Lynn on Wildfire, took us to Sam's club where we were giddy with all that Sam had to offer! Like kids in the candy store, we over bought on all our favorite items. We stayed for a week before heading out for an overnighter to La Cruz but, we needed fuel after that 400 mile trip so Jean called the local fuel dock to make sure they were open. The fuel dock has only been open 2 weeks but they said that they "were ready for us and that, don't worry, we have 10 feet of water along side the fuel dock." That much was true however, the channel to the dock had much less than that. We ran aground in the mud 100 feet from the dock. So, Jean called them and they sent a boat over to sound the channel and sure enough, there wasn't enough water! They were very apologetic (even brought out a few cold colas for us) and offered us a free night at their docks. We had to wait 3 hours for the tide to change and we easily backed off the mud bar and waited until there was enough water to get to the dock. 
By that time it was too late to head out so we took them up on the free night. A couple of days later we arrived at a much changed La Cruz. Our little town now has a 300-plus, slip marina under serious construction (offering slips at a bargain rate of $1000/month) and many, many condos being built. The beach palapa where we play music, (as seen here), is no longer on the beach. The little row houses outside of town that were selling for $25,000 USD in 2005 are now going for $80,000 USD! So many changes that we think this may be the last time we will stay here for any length of time. But, this time we are staying until late February. Jean is showing her beaded jewlery twice a month at a local artwalk and I play classical guitar next to her stand to attract customers. Geez, the Baja was so low key compared to this...
