|Nyon, with the Baja Peninsula in the background|
|Another feeding frenzy in the anchorage|
I love early mornings. Rick is not a morning person. He’s usually pretty dopey for the first hour or two that he’s awake. It’s difficult for him to string together a sentence during that initial hour. (He readily admits this.) I like the solitude and quiet of mornings. It’s my special time.
|Clear green water|
My first morning in Honeymoon Cove, I brewed some coffee, threw a few items in my little pack, and rowed to shore. Rick was fast asleep. As I walked up the path from the main cove, I looked back to see a large pod of dolphins feeding in the bay. I could hear and see them clearly as I walked up the hill. I climbed up to a point on the north end of the island. I sat on a rock, drank my coffee, watched, and listened.
Later, the day filled with noise, activity, and laughter. That morning, it was just me and Isla Danzante; and she was a charming companion.
|SV Time Piece, SV Eagle, and SV Nyon|