"Dover, we are not in Cabo anymore..."

Dover is beyond happy as we pull up to the breakwall at Puerto Los Cabos. He knows this gig. Breakwalls and jetties mean boat slips, and boat slips mean walks and potentially, his absolute favorite, beach runs. His wildest dreams were coming true.


We pulled into this new marina development which is about 15 nm from Bahia Cabo San Lucas. We got a deal on a slip for 2 nights while we provisioned, rinsed the boat with fresh water, and generally took a break from living on the hook. The slip was still on the par with transient slips in SoCal, but man was the clientele different. The security guard showed us our slip via quad from land, and we were greeted by marina staff driving a golf cart who whisked us away to the office for our check-in. Dover enjoyed riding in the cart, which was a first for him. This new development is only partially completed, but the parts which are completed are filled with some pretty impressive motor yachts and sport fishers. We definitely did not fit in re: our “yacht”, and there was only one other cruising sailboat in the whole harbor that we could see. They were very nice to us though, and the little village that was up the ramp from our dock was very quaint and nice.

We had some tacos and cervesas at this little hotel café up the block. The following morning we went to another local restaurant down the street called Ali’s International Café, which was a house with a palapa restaurant section. The woman who ran the place was very nice. They didn’t have menus and so we just asked for café, huevos con frijoles y harina tortillas and she made this fabulous scrambled egg dish with veggies and peppers that was simply amazing. The coffee was some of the best and strongest (Thank God) that we have had the pleasure of enjoying here in Mexico. We ate with the company of her black dog, Baghdad, and her calico cat who were both respectful of the eating time, but when that was not happening, really wanted to be petted and we indulged!

Dover had a huge beach to run and swim at, and he loved the fact that we didn’t make him wear a leash when we were going into town. None of the other dogs had leashes. It seemed unfair to do that to him. Also, with his zapper collar on he heals pretty well when asked to if a car is coming and we want him to be close. He greeted the local town dogs with great enthusiasm, and they really just didn’t react like American dogs do. They were very laid back, very into conserving their energy, and didn’t quite know how to react to the little hyper black dog. Dover seemed a little disappointed, but didn’t let their lack of wanting to play deter him from enjoying his shore leave. He got a lesson in cactus too as he rambunctiously ran through the well coifed desert landscaping. Nothing horrible, but got pricked a couple of times and then we noticed him watching his distance to plants and smelling a bit more cautiously.

On Saturday night they had this comedy show on this little island across the channel from our boat. It was quite the scene when these big yachts pulled in just for the show. We watched the sunset and tried to hear from our boat, but it just wasn’t loud enough so we popped in a movie and called it a night. It was a peaceful, no wake or roll night, and worth every penny!
It is Monday afternoon now and we are getting ready to untie from this dock and head out to sea at night for a Wednesday morning arrival in our first port on the mainland, Mazatlan. We are very excited. Mazatlan is a new port for us, and we have a slip lined-up courtesy of our friend Neill, at the Isla Marina for about half what we are paying here. We plan to stay for Carnival in Mazatlan which by all accounts is something to be experienced. We also may try to go inland and take a train ride through the Copper Canyon. I digress. First, we must cross the Sea of Cortez safely tonight and tomorrow!