San Carlos!

San Carlos, at last! Mystical San Carlos, the hoped-for destination of this entire leg, was never a sure thing for us. Even when we reached Santa Rosalia, our last stop, we were ready to head back south to La Paz to oversummer the boat.

It's obvious that everyone who sees it thinks of a Mediterranean town perched on the sides of volcanic debris. The architecture of that area was transplanted and has found fertile ground.

We will leave Wings here over summer and plan to return in Fall to take her on a great loop north and west, then down the Baja coast.

Tetas de Cabra: goat tits. Yep. This singular rock formation is unique and is the signature geology of San Carlos.

The houses of San Carlos begin to appear even before one can see the harbor entrance.

The Tetas rise above other beautiful and rugged coastal features. In clear weather, the Tetas can be seen and identified from twenty miles offshore.

The entrance to San Carlos harbor lies between the large rock at left and the homes at right.

This lovely island delineates the western boundary of the harbor entrance. Note the aid to navigation at its base.

Our first view of the mansions bordering the eastern gateway.

Wow! I'll take the one on the end! Just a few of the spectacular homes on the cliffside. They could be in the Greek Isles, couldn't they?

Conni sneaks a peak from the cockpit.

The outer harbor with many sailboats on moorings.

My cottage. Y'all drop on by. A short stroll takes one to overlook the aid to navigation marking the eastern mouth of the harbor.

The cascade of homes tumbles to the harbor.

Wings rests in the lovely inner harbor of Marina San Carlos. Our dinghy is off our bow, necessitating that we place our solar panels on deck. No doubt that she's a cruising boat, now.

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