NOT ALL IS PLEASANT ON GREY WOLF...

While we were in Santa Rosalia, Bill discovered our 50 amp power plug had burned and was fused to the outlet at our dock!  Try as he could he could not pull it out.  After reporting the mishap to the marina office, someone came to disassemble the outlet involved, eventually extricating the damaged plug... This is not the first time we have had power problems in in Mexico.  Unfortunately, these big boys are not cheap to replace!










The next pesky problem has been termites!  A few years ago Alice noticed droppings that tipped us off to their presence, but it wasn't until this past winter that we had sporadic incidents of the little devils in their winged state... we read about them, we sprayed them, we even found new droppings under the stateroom bed.  We cleaned them up and then they would reappear... ugh. Alice grew up in an old frame farmhouse that was infested yet still stands in San Diego County, so we don't anticipate that Grey Wolf will sink any time soon--- well, not at ALL, as it has a fiberglass hull.  We just wish we knew where their nest is...

Sunrise~ Sunset~

Our friend Jim on Sun Hunter met up with us while we were on anchor in Bahia Concepcion, off the beach at Posada.  Bill snapped this early morning sunrise over Jim's boat and Alice caught the moonrise over Sun Hunter one early evening. We will miss the spectacular shows the sun has provided for us the past 5 1/2 years, as we have never seen the blazing colors of Mexico back in the U.S..  Nevertheless, we are on track to trek north to San Diego in April and on to Seattle by summer!  A new adventure awaits us...

THE RUNNING OF THE PIGS!

The 26th annual Pig Races were held on February 13, 2001 in the little town of Mulege, Baja California South.  Although we have been in the area many times before, we had never attended, so it was a first for us!  It was a first, and probably only, experience for these little piggies, too.

Since we were anchored out near Playa Santispac we had no transportation.  But sailors are resourceful, and a bunch of us hooked up with visiting Canadians camping on shore and rode in with them- the Baja Boys,shown above, are from four different American boats.

The races pitted three little piggies against each other.  Each was anchored to a guide wire that ran down the track.  #6 was having none of it, as you can see.  Some took off like they were pros!  Some of the spectators bet on the four races, with profits of this event going to the local Rotary Club's charitable organizations.