On our way down from San Juanico to Puerto Escondido for whale watching, we passed some beautiful striated cliffs. These were just north of another anchorage called Punta Mangles. It was notable for the hulks of abandoned hotel construction on its shores.
On this return visit to Puerto Escondido, at the end of March a month after our first time there, it was obvious spring had come and birds were migrating through. There was also quite a bit more boater activity, probably partly because this was the Semana Santa week – Holy Week, to celebrate Easter, and the biggest vacation week of the years for Mexicans.
I had a good time finding a number of birds in the scrublands around the marina and getting some good shots of them. I did not manage to get any of the rufus hummingbirds which migrate across the Sea of Cortez in one shot on their way north to the US and Canada, but they were definitely around!
Since we had the car, we made a trip into Loreto to check out the malecon and the waterfront and to get more tacos. We happened to choose a day when the winds were blowing a steady 20 + knots, which you can see in the palm trees!
We decided to head from San Carlos directly back to San Juanico on the Baja side of the Sea, and left at first light. Conditions for the 100 mile crossing could not have been better – flat calm seas and light, variable winds. The crossing was uneventful and the wind gradually picked up to about 15 knots in the afternoon, coming from the SE. Given that wind direction we decided to anchor in the South end of the San Juanico Bay. When we arrived, however, the swell rolling into the bay was pretty substantial, and while we were getting some protection from the wind, we would have 2-3 ft of swell on the beam, not at all comfortable. We turned around and headed back into the NW corner of the anchorage where we’d been before. There were 3 sailboats but plenty of room. In this corner, the swell was still coming from the SE, but so was the wind, so we were bow into it. Much more comfortable. Later in the evening as the wind died down so did the swell. The next morning we headed down to the Puerto Escondido area hoping to anchor right across from the marina at a place called Honeymoon Cove. There was another boat in the main anchorage, tour boats in the north lobe, and I couldn’t find a spot that I was happy with, so we went on into the marina a day earlier than expected.
The main goal for coming back to Puerto Escondido was to make a trip over to the Pacific side to go whale watching in Magdalena Bay, one of the protected bays that is a “whale nursery” during the winter months, from a (different) town also called San Carlos. We rented a car and left the Marina at dawn for the long trek across the Baja Peninsula on MX Highway 1, the main road serving Baja. It is a two lane highway and well maintained for the most part, but it is fairly narrow and there are no shoulders… hence the many roadside shines to people who have died in traffic accidents. The cows that frequent the sides of the roads at all times of day likely also contribute to accidents. Just S of Puerto Escondido, the road climbs steep canyons to get over the Sierra Gigante Mountains and then straightens out over a long, flat plain towards the West coast.
Speed limits on Mexican highways are pretty conservative, Mexican drivers are not. In many places the speed limit was 60 kilometers per hour, and at most 80. I think 80 is the limit for any two lane highway in Mexico. We were passed by all manner of vehicles as I made a rare attempt of complying with the posted speed limits. We turned off highway 1 around Ciudad Constitución for the highway to San Carlos. Around 9am we finally arrived at the little hotel and office in dusty San Carlos and were taken directly to our waiting panga and Captain Juan. As we pulled out of San Carlos, everything was starting to look familiar. We stopped at Magdalena Bay with the CUBAR rally in 2019 and did a big dinghy excursion to tour one of the estuaries in the area. Captain Juan took us back to the main part of Magdalena Bay off the same town that we anchored in front of in 2019.
It was a beautiful day, sunny and pretty mild, with flat calm seas. First we went by a spit with lots of birds, which made Gwen happy. Soon we started to see spouts and headed towards them. They were Grey Whales, traveling singly or in pairs. All were adults. We’d approach the whales slowly as they swam along the surface and eventually, they would sound, showing their tail as they dived down. When that happened, we knew that it could be a half hour before they surfaced possibly nearby… or not. Over the next couple of hours, the whales were pretty actively working their way back and forth along the bay, and we would slowly follow along. The captains were respectful, never approaching from ahead, and maintaining a reasonable distance from the whales. At lunchtime we went ashore for lunch at the same beachside restaurant we visited with CUBAR.
The enterprising village kids dragged over a wooden platform to the bow of the panga to make it easy for us to get off. Gwen gave them a propina of a couple of pesos which the boy, at least, viewed with some disdain (she later found more coins and offered more on our return to the panga). The kids offered to sell us shells but we were more interested in the Pacificos and fresh fish offered for lunch.
We did another hour or so of whale watching after lunch, finishing with a pretty close encounter in which a large whale surfaced very close to the panga, swam alongside for a few minutes, and then sounded. After that we headed back to San Carlos, just as the afternoon winds were picking up. The panga pulled into a beach landing, but instead of climbing out, Juan had us stay in as they pulled it up onto a trailer, and we traveled overland by panga back to the car.
On the long drive back from San Carlos I paid less attention to the speed limit signs and maintained what was still a stately pace by Mexican standards. Eventually a large fuel truck approached close behind as we were getting to the twisty part of the highway. I thought that I would be able to stay comfortably in front of the truck given the tight turns and steep descents. I was wrong. Even maintaining a speed of 100 kph, the fuel truck was bearing down on me. I was having visions of Mad Max and all going down into a canyon in a ball of flames. Sure enough, the truck passed me, and I was happy to let it go to menace some other unsuspecting gringo driver.
While we enjoyed the day on the water and the opportunity to view these magnificent creatures up close, we decided that we’ve had enough of whale watching trips. I have to admit that I got interested in doing the trip after hearing from friends and reading a blog post about close encounters with grey whales including mothers and calves that actually approached the boats and allowed the passengers to touch them. We had no such experiences and honestly it seemed that the whales in Mag Bay barely tolerated the pangas, never approaching, and sounding after a few minutes. So rather than “oh the whales will come right up to us”, it was really, “we will follow the whales until they tire of us and sound”. Honestly, we’ve had many fantastic experiences viewing whales from our own boat – Orcas in the Salish Sea, humpbacks bubble feeding in Alaska, and Grey whales popping up all around us as we approached San Francisco, and we’ve seen humpbacks several times here in the Sea.
We arrived at San Carlos in the state of Sonora on the mainland after a very pleasant, calm passage from Punta Chivato. We found our slip in Marina San Carlos and went up to the office to check in. By late that night, a cold front was moving through and it started blowing hard. We saw upwards of 34 kts in our slip, which happens aligned perfectly with a gap between the protective hills around the bay.
The wind stayed fierce until the next afternoon. That was fine because it was a chore day on the boat. I changed the oil and filters on the main engine and Gwen took the laundry in to the hotel and arranged for a boat wash for the next day. The next morning, it was calm and sunny. We had the boat washer at work – she is from Guaymas, the industrial city about 10 miles away, daughter of the captain of a shrimp boat and an incredibly efficient and hard worker. We also found Francisco, the diver, to clean the bottom of the boat, which had been developing some shaggy green growth along the waterline. As early afternoon came around, the winds started picking up again, and by mid afternoon we had whitecaps, 2 ft chop and 25+ knot winds again, coming right through the gap. This was getting old!
The next day we decided to get down our folding bikes to ride around town a little bit and see what stores were best for provisioning. We rode from the marina down the main drag of San Carlos which ran along the bay down the “Charly’s Rock”, a big rock formation that looms over the commercial strip. We stopped at the Ley supermarket for some key items (big limes and butter) and found a wine and liquor store where we managed to get several bottles of wine and booze packed onto the rack of our bikes. We also stopped at a bank for a reload of Pesos. Once back at the boat we turned around and walked up to the nearest supermarket, just up the road from the marina with our folding wagon. I made a side trip to the Modelorama store to pick up a case of Pacificos, having gotten over the annoyance with the tall, narrow cans. Back with the groceries, and guess what? The winds and waves were up again. Our beautiful boat wash was being rapidly undone by salt spray down the back third of the boat. We mounted the bicycles again and headed to the beach for lunch at Palapa Griega, which had an excellent menu featuring Greek and Mexican dishes. We had a couple of cold beers, spanakopita, Gyro salad and coconut shrimp while enjoying a sunny afternoon on the beach.
(A note on our restaurant going relative to COVID risk. We only go to outdoor seating restaurants – which for us means no walls to impede air flow. We also look at table spacing, and we don’t sit with others. Servers are masked and we wear our masks when not eating or drinking. In San Carlos – the wind was pretty much blowing 15 knots anytime we were at a restaurant so Gwen was confident that any aerosolized virus that could be around was blown away! )
We got back to the boat with the wind still howling. I wrote an email to Shawn Breeding, one of the authors of our cruising guide, saying that his reports of wind in San Carlos was accurate, to say the least. He wrote back saying that they used to refer to the winds as the “Afternoon gale”. An apt description, which somehow did not make it into the guide.
Finally, on Friday morning we were ready to depart. It was another sunny, mild morning. After checking out of the Marina, we went over to the fuel dock to top up our tanks. I have to say that this was the best run fuel dock we encountered in Mexico with two attendants that caught our lines and then took care of fueling the boat. All we had to do was tell them how much in each tank. Very efficient and easy for us! Next we pulled out of the harbor and did a little tour of the bay in front of town.
Our next anchorage was Bahia San Pedro, some 12 miles North, but we needed to make a lot of water (the marina water was reported to be notoriously non-potable) on the way up. We cruised by the beachfront palapa, viewed Charly’s rock from the water and made a lap around one of many “Los Candeleros” islets before heading North. As we headed North, the winds, of course, picked up and we worked our way into head seas. Lots of whitecaps but the waves were not too bad. As we pulled into the anchorage we saw winds as high as 25 knots on a day forecast at 10-15. No problem setting the anchor – just let the chain out and the wind did the rest for us.
Our friends on Last Arrow and Gitana had also come to Bahia San Pedro but left at sunrise the next morning. I was up to wish them fair seas (and less wind). Waiting in the predawn darkness, I heard the howling of coyotes that were obviously on the beach. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see them. Overnight the temperature in the anchorage went up quite a bit. It was 77 deg at 5 AM, I think due to warm air coming down from the land in gentle N breezes. Later in the morning as the wind picked up from the NW the temperature went down about 15 degrees with the wind over the chilly (57 deg) waters of the Sea.
We took a little dinghy tour of the anchorage, looking at the sea caves that formed in Roca San Pedro right at the point of the anchorage. It was interesting to see Palm trees growing all over this large rock, in addition to the usual cactus. We went ashore, where there were remnants of a fish camp, particularly several dumps of conch shells that I called Conch Cemeteries. These shells seemed recent, retaining their sharp spines. The beach was mostly gravel and finely ground stone, forming a crescent shape and surrounded by low hills. It offered very good wave protection from the N and NW, but the winds funneled around either side of Roca San Pedro. The holding was very good as confirmed by our couple of windy days and nights. Morning sunrise over the hills was beautiful.
After a couple of nights we headed back down to Bahia Algodones which is just 3 miles away and around the corner from Marina San Carlos. We anchored right off the beach with the Soggy Peso restaurant and bar and the Sunset Grill and several hotels farther down. This location is famous (at least in our cruising guides) for being the setting of the late 1960’s antiwar movie Catch 22 (based on the novel). We watched Catch-22 that evening while anchored in the bay (thanks to our “Curator” onboard entertainment system invented by our friend John.), and seeing the distinctive scenery was absolutely uncanny. It was obvious that we were sitting right off the runway from the movie. The guidebooks talk about being able to visit the runway and see the remnants of the set, so we were excited to do that.
Overnight, a bit of wind and swell came in, enough to make it pretty uncomfortable even with the flopper stopper out, so we elected to brave the afternoon gales in Marina San Carlos again. The next day we rented a car to have lunch and look for the runway and ruins. We drove over to Bahia Algodones and had lunch at the outside Sunset Grill. We asked the waitstaff at Sunset Grill about the Catch 22 movie site, but they knew nothing of it at all. And we can see why. Everything on both sides of the road is fenced off and there are various bits of development happening or not happening in that typical Mexican way. We backtracked and finally found a dirt road off the highway that was going to a ranch that offered horseback riding. We took that road and veered off onto another that eventually crossed the runway. We found the asphalt still intact in some places but clearly being overtaken by the scrub. There were no structures whatsoever left.
The construction going on at the south end of Bahia Algodones is astonishing. The other marina (Marina Real) is completely surrounded by houses/condos, and the road up to the scenic viewpoint is full of construction on both sides, all apparently speculative based on big “Se Vende” sale signs in front of them. The hills around Caleta Lalo have been carved and flattened for homesites, and there was a private breakwater and pilings in the NW corner. You’d think the entire US is moving to San Carlos. Anyway, we enjoyed exploring the area in the rental car, and shockingly enough, we actually experienced a (single) calm day in the marina.
San Carlos is obviously a resort town with a significant population of Gringo expats only 300 miles from the Arizona border, but also appears to be growing in popularity as a destination for Mexican tourists. It was established in 1963, and is only some 20 miles from the gritty port town of Guaymas. We actually drove into Guaymas for a look around (and some provisioning) but did not find it very interesting.
Next, we head back over to the Baja side looking for warmer weather!