Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
The important thing is not to stop questioning.
|Mia watching her new baby brother Liam, our grandson|
We are late in letting everyone know
More fair weather anchorages with no one nearby. We are lucky in one way that the winds are so light, allowing us to anchor in places we couldn’t dream of having seen last year with the stronger winds more prevalent. We are unlucky in another way – we can only sail when there is wind so our trek to the north is very slow this season. BUT… as someone said to us the other day, “If you were in a rush you wouldn’t be in a sailboat”. How true!
|Our new friend - - - Nikki wasn't doing her job of guarding the boat and kayaks...|
|Empty resort on the beach|
In Punta Chivato, we are anchored on the north side and hike to the south side where the resorts, hotels, and vacation homes are lining nearly the whole bay. It is like a ghost town. We walk through two beautiful resorts and never see a soul, not even a gardener or a guard. No one. It was like being in one of these old westerns or a post apocalyptic movie. We were expecting giant tumbleweeds to roll across the dusty road any time. We saw a roadrunner, a quail and lots of canine and feline tracks but other than that, it was like the place was more a movie set than an actual community. Other than wind and water dripping out of hoses/pipes, giving some area a little boost of green, it was a parched and dead little area although with many beautiful dwellings.
We walked nearly two miles to get there and would’ve loved to find a place to sit, relax, and have a cold one but that had to wait until we got back to the boat…
|Gypsum rock - very white and fragile|
|Some type of old machinery - possibly a grader|
|View of the gypsum mine from top of island|
|Turtle shell 'bone'... beautiful design of nature.|
We are only here two days. Somehow, even with no wind, the swells start to really build up and we have to leave the exposed anchorage for it is much too uncomfortable.