Bahia de Los Muertos means “Bay of the Dead”. The name was changed to Bahia de Suenos “Bay of Dreams” when a new resort was planning to be built at the site of the former fishing camp but locals preferred the original name.
We left early this morning from Los Frailes and sailed/motored 45 miles. After several weeks we finally saw a pod of dolphins. It was a big pod swimming on both sides of the boat. They are so fascinating to watch!
I decided to do a load of laundry while underway. All of a sudden all the lights were flashing on the washer. The boat was heeled to one side when the washer cycle was trying to spin and the machine freaked out because it couldn’t balance the load. My idea of washing clothes while underway didn’t work so well. Now I had a washer full of water that is sloshing all over as the boat is moving from side to side through waves. Good thing Kevin was on it and could fix the problem. In the future, I will have to do laundry when the boat is not moving.
We arrived at Bahia de Los Muertos about 6pm. In the distance I saw a restaurant and could hear music. Yes, on this deserted island pictured above there was a restaurant called “1585 Restaurant”. We unloaded the dinghy from the foredeck and went to check it out. There really wasn’t a dock or beach for the dinghy so we had to jump out into shallow water near shore and find a place to tie it up. You learn quickly to wear water shoes whenever taking the dinghy to shore because you’re usually jumping out into the water.
It’s hard to believe there would be a restaurant out in the middle of nowhere. It was a large open-air restaurant with a thatched roof and yes, it was open for business. There were 15 worn tables and chairs. I noticed off to the side a glass door with weathered lettering that read “Sales Office”. Apparently, years ago, there was a plan to develop this area with time-share condos and a restaurant but the time shares never sold but the restaurant managed to thrive. Four tables were occupied this Friday evening and there was only one menu for the entire restaurant. It was handwritten on a board and propped up on a big easel that the server would carry to each table. The menu was authentic Mexican and very good. Kevin had tamales wrapped in corn husks that were neatly tied on the ends as if they were gift-wrapped and the margaritas were made from fresh squeezed limes. It was a great way to end the day. We plan to leave by 6am tomorrow morning and sail 65 miles to La Paz.
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