Woke up: Tenacatita, Mexico
Went to sleep: Chamela, Mexico
Tenacatita to Chamela
Today we motored north for 30 miles along the Mexican Pacific Coast from Bahia Tenacatita to Bahia Chamela. We have been at anchor in and around Tenacatita and La Manzanilla for two and a half weeks.
I love the little village of La Manzanilla. With its sweet yoga studio and writers’ group, I could stay here all winter. Many Canadians and Americans do live here all winter, renting homes for far less than the American rental market.
We motored to allow the diesel engine to charge our 600 Amp-hour battery bank. Peter monitors our state of charge (SOC) several times throughout the day. Even though he hardly ever lets me watch a movie, we hovered between 71% SOC and 79% SOC, or 426 and 474 Amp-hours throughout our stay. This may sound like a lot but unfortunately, to protect the batteries, we cannot allow the batteries to discharge below 300 Amp-hours or 50% SOC. Therefore, 71% – 74% is not optimal.
We want to get the SOC as high as possible. After motoring five hours, we anchored in Chamela with a house bank registering 88% SOC. Better. At anchor, with the sun shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky, and the wind blowing, the charge regulator will accept only about 12 Amp- hours. The charge regulator keeps the batteries from charging too fast and overheating but it’s frustrating to “dump” electricity. Peter runs around plugging in phones and tablets just to take advantage of the power coming in.
There was very little wind and the ocean was flat between Tenacatita and Chamela.
After I made breakfast and took advantage of abundant hot water to thoroughly clean the galley, I sat in my chair to read.
I’ve made it through almost all the precious TIME magazines Alex and Krista brought to me. The news of ISIS and Boca Horan is light years beyond disturbing. I have no words to describe the shame I feel for this type of behavior from my fellow man.
We arrived in Chamela at 1:00 pm. Our friends, Steve and Janny, are anchored nearby. Janny now has our cold. I invited them to dinner so she wouldn’t have to cook.
While visiting before dinner, Janny presented an idea. “Let’s each tell our life stories. Where we were born, number of siblings, family of origin etc. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Well, in a word, ‘NO!’” I thought.
Peter went first. When I listen to Peter describe who he is it makes me fall ever so more in love with him. He is such a kind, loving man with a humble back ground and amazing talents.
I sent Janny home with left overs so she can easily heat up lunch tomorrow if she’s still not feeling well.