I hate to jinx it, especially since I’ve no way to check a forecast from here, but the weather has been incredible this past week. Since getting away from the Coromuel around La Paz I don’t think we’ve seen wind blow past five knots. The anchorages have been like mill ponds. It’s been comfortably warm throughout the days until late afternoon when the boat finally heats up a bit too much. Nights the temperature drops quickly until we’re pulling a thin blanket over ourselves. Overall it’s been pretty much perfect.

Only thing worth mentioning about today was that Ouest and I were chased off the beach by a coyote. Well not really chased, but we were about to go for a hike when he came wandering down the beach towards us and we decided to take our hike elsewhere. Another cruiser told us four of them had been patrolling that area the day before. All sorts of weirdness on Baja beaches.

Whenever we are out on the dinghy these days and Ouest sees the boat she immediately announces, “Home!” and points the way for me. Lowe loves the dinghy the same way most kids his age love a car ride. He just zones out, staring at the wake and feeling the breeze blow his feathery hair, until he gets tired and turns his head into Mama’s chest and tries to go to sleep. Unfortunately dinghy rides are rarely long enough for that.