While I have a great love for my inflatable dinghy, "The Little Rascal", but the truth is that she doesn't quite get the job done. Especially with more than one other person aboard, shes just too small and outboard lacking to go any distance. Thus I'd been looking for an upgrade and a few days before we were set to leave La Paz, I finally found one. Its a 9 ft long inflatable Achilles with a 4 hp 4 stroke Tohatsu to power it. The whole kit and caboodle was hardly used and came at a very reasonable price. In honor of a nightclub in Seattle that Autumn used to frequent, I decided to name her "Superhighway". The Little Rascal shall forever hold a special place in my heart, but it sure is nice to be able to explore around in Superhighway without breaking a sweat.
I looked over at Autumn, whose mouth was agape with surprise. "Cut the engine!!!" I yelled. She immediately knew what was up, and said "Yep!". With that I dove into the Sea of Cortez and started swimming furiously for the slowly sinking handline and the glory that would hopefully be attached to the other end. I finally grabbed it and looped it over an arm, and started swimming back towards the Rascal, who had enough forward momentum to be a fair distance away at this point. After a few minutes of swimming, I couldn't feel the tug of the dorado any more and I figured he had shaken himself free when the line went slack. Still breathing heavily, I dragged myself up into the Superhighway. I started to bring the line in, and low and behold, something was still attached to the far end. "Hooray!" I yelled in triumph, and the fight continued.
Given that it was her birthday and the sun was shining, Autumn elected to do some sunbathing in her birthday suit on the back deck. All of a sudden, the handline started zinging out again. She quickly grabbed the spool and the fight was on. Dorado, for whatever reason, seem to like to zing from one side of the boat to the other, which necessitates quick moves from the angler to get the spool around the windvane and the solar arch (and frequently the Superhighway as well) so that the line doesn't get all tangled. This fish was of a similar mindset, and its lucky that Autumn wasn't encumbered by clothing, because she had to do a lot of jockeying around in order to land him. He was a beauty and we decided he might make a scrumptious birthday dinner as well.
The wind helped and we enjoyed a delightful dinner of bulgogi dorado, mixed veggies, and gin drinks. It was even capped off with a birthday cupcake from our good friend Captain Doug in La Paz. As it got later, however, the wind slowly died and the jejenes came out in force. We retired to the Rascal and slept just fine for the first half of the night. I got up late to use the restroom, and the second I got outside the cabin, I was immediately totally overwhelmed in a cloud of angry jejenes. I quickly brushed them off and got back inside, but the damage was done. The rest of the night was spent swatting at them and cursing despite being wrapped up in a protective sheet burrito. As sun began to rise, we got on the radio and said it was time to peel out. Everyone immediately agreed and we steamed out of the bay at mach schnell to try and force the fearsome creatures out of all the nooks and crannies. They seemed to have gotten in everywhere and we started shaking everything out to try and get rid of them.
We anchored in Los Candeleros at sunset and made an early night of it so that we could wake up and do some exploring the following morning. The weather obliged and we had a killer sunrise to start off the day.