now that i'm online again here's my journal entries with a few pictures. given my lack of time for emailing i apologize up front for not having my act together with descriptions along with the pictures. all i can say is use your imagination. basically all we've been doing is anchoring, kayaking, a little hiking and eating and sleeping (a little).
March 22, 2009
Finally we left the marina. Motored a couple miles north to Caleta Lobos and dropped the anchor in a small cove with only one other sailboat. Off the bow is a stand of mangroves which means tiny flies abound until dark. We watched the sun set and listened to the birds, mostly seagulls, roosting on a nearby rock outcrop. Frigit birds circled overhead in huge numbers as the sun was setting, looking for a place to land for the night. In the darkening light after sunset we were surrounded by pelicans splashing into the water, fish coming to the surface and the final roosting sounds from the outcrop. The wind is negligible, the flies have disappeared and now it’s quiet with only the slapping of the water against the hull.
March 23 2009
We left midmorning and motored/sailed about three hours so we could make water in ocean water where it’s cleaner. We eventually anchored in Enseñada la Gallina, one of the many coves along the western side of Espíritu Santo. Shortly thereafter I was swinging in my hammock from the rocking of the boat. We spent three nights here which gave us enough time to inflate the kayaks and explore the beach and crannies of shoreline. I kayaked over to fish camp, occupied infrequently, beachcombed and explored the man-sized cave and got my own private pelican sky diving. We explored the mangroves at the head of the cove thick with dense roots and impossible to penetrate. The air was filled with birds singing, cawing and whooping, and an egret growled as he took flight when I approached too close. Pelicans dive bombed into the water, often 4 at a time in unison. Winds were from all directions rocking the boat and swinging the hammock until last night when it all quieted down.
March25
We arrived in Enseñada del Candalero. So here I am sitting, well really swinging, in my hammock just after sunset, listening to the pelicans ah-ah-ah-ah on the nearby rock, Roca Monumento, watching orion’s belt stars form themselves in the sky. We’ve just watched and photographed the sunset, our nightly routine, and I’m in the lotus position in the hammock. It’s like a spiritual oasis on water. Jim is below deck cooking onions and chorizo (that actually smell really good) and suddenly the Blue Brothers waft into the night. He’s bobbing his head and I’m now down below doing a modified line dance across the narrow floor. A typical evening aboard Chesapeake on Espíritu Santo.
Finally we left the marina. Motored a couple miles north to Caleta Lobos and dropped the anchor in a small cove with only one other sailboat. Off the bow is a stand of mangroves which means tiny flies abound until dark. We watched the sun set and listened to the birds, mostly seagulls, roosting on a nearby rock outcrop. Frigit birds circled overhead in huge numbers as the sun was setting, looking for a place to land for the night. In the darkening light after sunset we were surrounded by pelicans splashing into the water, fish coming to the surface and the final roosting sounds from the outcrop. The wind is negligible, the flies have disappeared and now it’s quiet with only the slapping of the water against the hull.
March 23 2009
We left midmorning and motored/sailed about three hours so we could make water in ocean water where it’s cleaner. We eventually anchored in Enseñada la Gallina, one of the many coves along the western side of Espíritu Santo. Shortly thereafter I was swinging in my hammock from the rocking of the boat. We spent three nights here which gave us enough time to inflate the kayaks and explore the beach and crannies of shoreline. I kayaked over to fish camp, occupied infrequently, beachcombed and explored the man-sized cave and got my own private pelican sky diving. We explored the mangroves at the head of the cove thick with dense roots and impossible to penetrate. The air was filled with birds singing, cawing and whooping, and an egret growled as he took flight when I approached too close. Pelicans dive bombed into the water, often 4 at a time in unison. Winds were from all directions rocking the boat and swinging the hammock until last night when it all quieted down.
March25
We arrived in Enseñada del Candalero. So here I am sitting, well really swinging, in my hammock just after sunset, listening to the pelicans ah-ah-ah-ah on the nearby rock, Roca Monumento, watching orion’s belt stars form themselves in the sky. We’ve just watched and photographed the sunset, our nightly routine, and I’m in the lotus position in the hammock. It’s like a spiritual oasis on water. Jim is below deck cooking onions and chorizo (that actually smell really good) and suddenly the Blue Brothers waft into the night. He’s bobbing his head and I’m now down below doing a modified line dance across the narrow floor. A typical evening aboard Chesapeake on Espíritu Santo.
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