Mija hailed us on the radio to ask if we saw the panga being sunk off our stern this evening.Nope, didn't even notice it. The day we got here the mexicans sunk several net bags of something heavy near our boat and now a panga. 2 Mexican Navy boats have been anchored among us and rumors of a possible drug bust are enough to get us going the next morning.
Up rolls the anchor while we savour our second cup of morning coffee and we leave the main harbour behind.
The plan is to anchor at one of the small islands a short sail away but the seas are unfavourable when we get there and the weather man is talking about the wind picking up later.
We stay at the tiny island anchorage long enough to prepare the boat for a trip out to sea and make some lunch for when we're underway then pull up the anchor for the second time today.
We'll head for Careyes (Kar ay es) a tiny anchorage about 4 hours down the coast. Since there's only room for 3 or 4 boats to anchor at Careyes we want to arrive fairly early.
Close to our destination we feverishly study the cruising guides and charts. Careyes is a relatively tricky entrance scattered with rocks awash, their presence revealed when the rolling sea churns through them. Rocks always make me nervous.
Following the cruising guide instructions we wait til we see the striped tower and line up our compass points and true to their promise we safely navigate our way into the cozy anchorage.
We drop an anchor off the bow and back up to a mooring buoy and tie the stern to the buoy. With the bow and stern anchor preventing us from swinging and holding us into the oncoming roll we set up house.
Once we're settled, happy hour begins aboard PJ and we sit in the cockpit with our cold cocktails and take in our new surroundings. We're the first to arrive and this is the way we dreamed it, quiet solitude, unobstructed views, schools of fish shimmering under the surface. Colorful houses and palapas dot the hillside and the surf slides gently ashore.
Minutes later the next boat arrives and drops a bow and stern anchor beside us. A big power boat that obscures our view and begins to unload their sea doo's. We grumble and roll our eyes then wave politely thankful for the quiet moments we had.
After supper and a swim we enjoy a nightcap and catch the lingering breeze in the cockpit.In the darkness from the deck of PJ the light from the point illuminates the seething rocks we had avoided. A chill rises up our spines as we observe the brightly lit, toothy maw we had avoided on the way in. We're safe for now ~ held fast at stern and bow but we still have to negotiate our way out of here in a day or so.
From shore, a pic of PJ with powerboat anchored alongside.
Up rolls the anchor while we savour our second cup of morning coffee and we leave the main harbour behind.
The plan is to anchor at one of the small islands a short sail away but the seas are unfavourable when we get there and the weather man is talking about the wind picking up later.
We stay at the tiny island anchorage long enough to prepare the boat for a trip out to sea and make some lunch for when we're underway then pull up the anchor for the second time today.
We'll head for Careyes (Kar ay es) a tiny anchorage about 4 hours down the coast. Since there's only room for 3 or 4 boats to anchor at Careyes we want to arrive fairly early.
Close to our destination we feverishly study the cruising guides and charts. Careyes is a relatively tricky entrance scattered with rocks awash, their presence revealed when the rolling sea churns through them. Rocks always make me nervous.
Following the cruising guide instructions we wait til we see the striped tower and line up our compass points and true to their promise we safely navigate our way into the cozy anchorage.
We drop an anchor off the bow and back up to a mooring buoy and tie the stern to the buoy. With the bow and stern anchor preventing us from swinging and holding us into the oncoming roll we set up house.
Once we're settled, happy hour begins aboard PJ and we sit in the cockpit with our cold cocktails and take in our new surroundings. We're the first to arrive and this is the way we dreamed it, quiet solitude, unobstructed views, schools of fish shimmering under the surface. Colorful houses and palapas dot the hillside and the surf slides gently ashore.
Minutes later the next boat arrives and drops a bow and stern anchor beside us. A big power boat that obscures our view and begins to unload their sea doo's. We grumble and roll our eyes then wave politely thankful for the quiet moments we had.
After supper and a swim we enjoy a nightcap and catch the lingering breeze in the cockpit.In the darkness from the deck of PJ the light from the point illuminates the seething rocks we had avoided. A chill rises up our spines as we observe the brightly lit, toothy maw we had avoided on the way in. We're safe for now ~ held fast at stern and bow but we still have to negotiate our way out of here in a day or so.
From shore, a pic of PJ with powerboat anchored alongside.
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