During our crossing we received favorable winds from the NW nearly the entire way. As usual our dolphin buds came along for part of the ride, this time in the largest pod upwards of 50 or 60 or 70.  Jeez i dont know, i couldnt count them all.  Lets just say there were a lot.  It was pretty amazing at night when they’d join up and their paths were ignited by the water’s phosphorescents. You would be alone at the wheel on your shift, everybody else asleep with nothing but the stars and wind. Then all of a sudden lightening streaks from every direction would swarm the boat as the dolphins played. You didnt feel alone anymore.  We were reminded on another night during our crossing, that although we may be 150 miles from shore in every direction we still were not alone.  Around 3 am a bright orange light, similar to a plane, yet much brighter and all together different, ascended rapidly from the horizon line during Bart’s shift. Kyle took over at 4am and continued and watched the now hovering UFO.  it remained motionless in the sky for quite some time, until it slowly and steadily began ascending upwards and away from our location, slower than its original takeoff into the sky.  By dawn the light had become undetectable amidst a sea of stars, and unless you saw its original movement it would have appeared no different than any other light in the sky.  This was the second UFO weve seen thus far. 

*we also hooked up with another marlin! haha.  but this one got away

Upon arriving on the mainland we dropped anchor within a paddleable (if thats a word) distance from el faro, a shallow rock bottom right point break at Punta Mita.  Although the swell was dying off, we still had waves for the two days we spent anchored here.  Had a blast surfing around five hours a day, simply by paddling to and from the boat.  We made a couple of runs to town via dinghy to check it out and catch up with the world outside.