We launched our boats on Sunday, but didn't go out. The temperature was high in the heat of the day and the quarter tide was one day past. Not going out was perhaps a shame, because the fishing diminished as time marched on. On Sunday, Ed caught many Spotties from shore and the dolphins were actively feeding. Every day we were down there, except for the last day, the water was flat. On Monday morning, the three of us headed out to the secret spot near the islands. As soon as we dropped, Cathy hauled in a nice Spotted Cabrilla. Cabrilla are one of my favorite food fish. This one ended up on the barby.

By noon, the heat became pretty oppressive, so we headed back to shore for lunch. Before lunching, we did what became a daily ritual. We went for a cooling dip in the ocean. The water was heavenly, between 81° and 83° every day. One day though, a brisk enough onshore was blowing to blow-in some of the jellyfish snot that was clinging to our lines out by the islands. This stuff was disattached tentacles that still had plenty of stinging potential. Cathy got zapped on the arm and neck. I got it on the back and arms, and Ed got stung on the lips while snorkeling. We got out of the water post-haste. After that one day, the broken tentacles didn't significantly reappear. Loncho said that they only show up about once a decade.

On Tuesday, we awoke earlier and caught the predawn. As usual, the scenery was inspirational.

A few seconds later, the new day had dawned.

Ed and I went back out to the islands. He farmed a huge fish of some sort on Monday. Tuesday, my turn to loose a big fish came along and I was up to the task. I got it up 30 feet or so off the bottom before it came unbuttoned. Ed eventually pulled in a weirdo. Research showed it to be a Burrito Grunt. This one weighed 6 pounds. They're reputedly good eating.

Later, he landed a nice Barred Pargo that also weighed-in at 6 pounds.

Back on shore, I took a picture of Bruce's anchor post. The rocks haven't been this far above the sand in many years. Marty seemed to have washed about 18" of sand away.

Over by Bruce's steps, the beach erosion was apparent to those of us who live here and Baja Home regulars.