Wednesday, November 6, 2013 After a boisterous overnight trip from San Carlos, we’re anchored in Isla Carmen’s Bahia Salinas (25 Degrees 59.675 N; 111 Degrees 06.573 W), a long-ago abandoned salt mine site. The winds are feisty – at times hitting 20 knots. Cetacean is moving about like a nervous racehorse, but anchored in 17 feet with a 10-to-1 scope. When we arrived yesterday morning, we were focused – while looking where to anchor – on Breeding and Bansmer’s (“Sea of Cortez – a Cruiser’s Guidebook”) warnings to avoid a sunken 150′ tuna boat. We noted, from a distance, odd-looking objects floating near where we believed that fishing boat lay. We decided the objects were the sunken fishing boat’s location markers. A large power cruising boat noodled around near the anchorage entrance like it was waiting for returning clients or crew. Ah ha, this is one of those ecotourism cruising excursions, we thought. But, we were wrong about the “noodling” ship and those mysterious floating objects. First, the cruise ship – we’ll probably never know what it was doing – maybe watching coronet fish. The objects we thought marked the sunken fishing boat? They were little sailboats, anchored – as all boats should be – well AWAY from that kind of potential disaster. After we’d anchored, one of the little sailboats came by for a visit. It was crowded with seven young crew. The crew leader talked with Ron, everyone else aboard was silent. He asked about us and then Ron returned with his queries. The crew was a new generation of Tap Tapley’s outdoor adventure group. Ron wrote about Tap and his exploits in the El Burro Cove blog last season. Looking at the tanned, muscular, minimally-dressed crew, I had a momentary flash that we were experiencing a real-time episode of “Survivor.” We’re watching the outdoor adventurers sailing around the bahia. Ron is snapping beautiful shots of those four little two-masters – we’re debating whether they are ketches or yawls – as they tack and jibe, their crafts’ sail shape is perfection with each change of direction. The bird-like crafts suddenly head off for austere campsites (remember, this is an outdoor adventure!) presumably set up at Punta Colorado 10 miles away. The fragile-looking, open vessels leave our anchorage and enter The Sea of Cortez. Yesterday, the outdoor adventure group leader explained that this month was to be spent learning how to sail. We’re convinced those adventurers have learned their lessons quite well.