Isla De San Martin-no idea what day it is

Upon arriving to this tiny fishing island that formed from a volcanic eruption we were greeted by one of the few local inhabitants on the worlds smallest kayak sporting a shovel as an oar.  He held up a giant crab leg and yelled, Cerveza, Corona, Pacifico!?"  At first I thought he was trying to sell us beer, which would have been awesome.  I soon realized he wanted to trade and we were plumb out.  We can not seem to keep beer on the boat with Jason around guzzling it all down.  But we did have a bottle of  tequila.  I yelled Tequila and a big smile spread across his face.  I handed the bottle down and he immediately took a huge swig of it.  Then he passed up a giant potato sack filled with enormous crab legs.  With that he shoveled his way back to shore and we giggled with glee!  All four of us feasted on crab legs, some boiled and some grilled.  The dogs were certainly willing to help clean the boat after we cracked about four dozen with hammers.  The mess was a huge clean up with scrubbing and hauling buckets of sea water to rinse the deck.  Then wiping it down with Sham-wows.  Thank you Buddha for Sham-wows.  We have used this dollar store find for dog towels, boat clean up, kitchen rags, dry covers for mechanical systems, and dinghy bailouts.

That night we took 4 hour anchor watches in which one slept in the v-berth and the other up top in the cold covered in soggy blankets due to the humidity.   I had the last watch and woke up to crab fisherman lass than10yrds away pulling up nets into a small boat and stepping loudly on crabs as they were pulled in.  I watched for 15 minutes in disguise with blankets over my body and head.  I could see them staring over at me but I don't think they could discern who was under the blanket blob.  After I emerged from my disguise I yelled, "Buenos Dias".  They both returned the greeting and I quickly scurried down below to wake Jason and alert him at how close we got to the nets.  That day we decided to use the dinghy and go to shore with the dogs.  We loaded the dogs by lifting them by the handle on the top of their life jackets and slowly lowering them down.  We used oars to row into the calm beach.  The beach was like a marine mammal graveyard.  There was a giant sea lion carcass and tons of dolphin skeleton bits scattered everywhere.  There was also a half disintegrated sailboat hull that had crashed on the rocks.  Glad that wasn't us.

We explored the beach for an hour and then rowed back to the sail boat for mac & cheese with huge lumps of leftover crab meat.   Yum!  Then we slept for the rest of the day to make up for a night motoring through the night with the wind at our bow.  That night Jason woke me excitedly to tell me that a the couple we met in Ensenada had just arrived to the tiny island and were anchoring.  Jason could barely wait for them to drop anchor before he radioed them.  "Karma Seas, this is Lucky Sol come in?"  What a call.  They responded and we swapped tales of drifting and motoring with no wind.  We made plans to have coffee in the morning.  With that I went back to my sleepy cove and was unconscious to the world for 10 hours.

The next morning we awoke and realized that we had used up all of our battery power over the last day.  Jason pulled out the generator and the cord we bought at Home Depot to realize that the plug was the wrong size for the boat.  Guess we should have tested that before we left.  Duhhh.  Apparently, RV and Marine plugs appear similar in size but are just a tiny bit different.  This we learned from our new sailing buddy as he pulled out the right cord and tossed it over to Jason.  He said give it back to him in a few weeks when he runs out of power.  OH THE KARMA this guy has coming to him is adding up quickly!!!  But apparently not from us because that morning for coffee our bulldog with an attitude took a giant steaming crap on his boat lines.  We were so embarrassed, but he assured us that it was no big deal.  He pulled out a hose and washed it off.  Just as we sat down again, Winston started chewing on his wood railing.  We caught him fast but there were a few teeth marks.  Mortified we hurried off his boat before another mishap occured.  I suggested we go ashore to run the dogs and allow them to poop where they please.  They decided to join Jason and I and hike up the volcanic hill.  So four people and two giant dogs squeezed onto our dinghy.  On shore, the dogs ran like crazy.  I saw my German Shepard sit down dramatically.  I walked over to find three pear sized cactus bulbs  with giant barbs stuck in his right foot and both legs.  I immediately began triage pulling them out with the dogs canvas travel bowl as a glove.  I pulled the spiny bastards out while getting poked a half a dozen  times and having one fall on to my foot.  Each spike had a barb on the end that hooked in on contact with flesh.  Ouch.  Jason carried Wolfgang to safety and then we realized that Winston had met the same fate except tried to pull the barbs out using his mouth.  This needed tools and antiseptic.  With this we head into the dinghy and to our boat for forceps and hydrogen peroxide.  After pulling all of the barbs out of Winston's mouth Jason and I discussed if bring the dogs was a good idea.  Too late now!