23 March 2022 - In Bahia Falsa, just outside of the commercial port of Pichilingue (Pichilingue is to La Paz as Piraeus is to Athens or Callao is to Lima) and north of La Paz, we swung to anchor for almost a week as we awaited our reservation in the Costa Baja Marina.

We lazed away the days, jumping overboard and swimming to escape the heat during the day, rinsing off with fresh water from a solar shower we hung from the mast. We could afford to be profligate with our water as we were headed into the marina next.

The anchorage never had less than 8 or 10 boats, but it was never crowded. The wind blew enough to keep things reasonably cool, especially in the evenings, but the anchorage was sheltered with good holding. One day we saw a fellow from a nearby boat water skiing behind a dinghy.

There was just a bit of traffic noise from the La Paz Pichilingue road which ran along the head of the bay, but this was minimal and died off at night.

There was also a fishermens’ camp on the beach from whence fishermen came out each day. They had to have been catching bait fish as they did not get very far from the beach and never even out of the bay. They were working for a living of course, not posing for postcards, but from where we sat doing nothing, it looked rather idyllic.

I took the opportunity during one of our swims to scrub the boat’s waterline which already had some green scum growing on it. I will have to do the whole hull after we get out of the marina.

We were too lazy to blow up the dinghy and row to the beach. I was still concerned about possible water intrusion following the prop strike in Ensenada de los Muertos so we did not use the electric outboard motor; we sat on the boat and looked longingly at the beach. We did have some cell signal so we were able to communicate with family and check some things on the internet.