Bahia Santa Maria is the best part of the Baja Ha-ha. The moon rises over the fleet as the stragglers come in to anchor. The rally is a floating party, and the fish camp at Bahia Santa Maria is the best, because there is nothing there. The bay is large and unpopulated except for the influx of several hundred people and the boats that carry Ha-ha-ers. Captain Steve expertly guides the 4 HP inflatable through the waves; there will be a safe landing for the Seahourse V contingent. On shore, the band has arrived from La Paz to play live rock and roll for tips. Enough beer has been trucked in to almost meet the expectations of the Canadian contingent. This year’s shrimp plate is a bit meager; the group decides to vote their funds on beer … and the party is on ... Sweet Home Alabama, cold beer and a vista to die for ... Most of the merry makers are from the US, but it is the Canadians that rock the party. 
Sometime after enough beer, I become an honorary Canadian. Captain Ron, Captain Steve, Erik and Betty danced on the sloped gravel dance floor; the aussies join in. A few Mexican corridas are added for good measure. It could have gone on all night, but the Grand PooBahh finally shuts down the party to avoid stranding people ashore in the dark like last year. Seahorse V leaves that evening in search of a strong wind running south.
Cabo San Lucas is the terminus of the Ha-ha. Check in with immigration and the port captain this time is through an expediting service; $50 US and it is over. No long waits in line; no extortion at the immigration office. More time to relax, eat, drink, etc.
Skip’s wife Julie and sister Deb flew in to Cabo for R&R. The party tonight is at Squid Roe; a loud, DJ driven venue with lots of booze. The debate continues as to who knocked the beer bottle out of Betty’s hand, all we know is there was glass all over the dance floor. The Squid Roe Rapid Response Team jumped into action and the glass was gone in a flash; the DJ’s played on … several women danced on the tables and platforms; this year they kept their clothes on (too bad). It was an earlier, less inebriated night for the Ha-ha-ers; as the air leaked, we dingied back to Seahorse V, anchored off of the beach. After a few days of partying, Captain Ron heads home … we will miss him.
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