The nets on the other side of the boat never did catch any fish for the ocean trolling lines.  The basket holds a school of fish. Food for 5000. After spending a day on the boat it became clear that sailing and boating and fishing and motoring were all at sea tasks.  On the “hard” (as sailers call land) we walked through the market and saw a basket of fish.  Somehow it seems easier to get a fresh fish from the market than catch it.  Some of my “the art of fishing” friends would strongly disagree.  We took a cab to La Cruz to lunch on board with Cornell and Jeanne — they don’t do fishing either but we ate some of the best shrimp tacos in my life.  In the galley of the sail-boat Jennie prepared more than lunch!

Searching the latest sailing app and discovering who is at sea and who is on the hard became an eye opening bit of discovery.  Seapersons have a sub-culture that borders on independence till the going gets tough and the bond of interdependence emerges.  The weather was a glorious stable.

The proverbial selfie with boat in background edited out the rest of the wannabe crew!  In the dock safety was not the focus but on the waters en-route to Vallarta the adults were mandated life jackets while the eight year old bounced around the boat tying lines, dropping bumpers, grabbing a few colas for his dad and just enjoying the wind and waves.  The youth grew up on the water and navigated the throws of waves like a pro.  He grew up on the water.  Now try tell him to cast his nets on the other side and he’d laugh.  The smoke on the shore between the mid-rises hinted at another turning of the tide.