Thursday, March 26, 2015 Onto Banderas Bay

Woke up:                     Chamela, Mexico

Went to sleep:            Underway

Onto Banderas Bay

I motored Penelope out of Chamela in my robe and slippers this morning.  I guess I have lost all dignity, now.

I drank coffee down below, by myself, while Peter headed us west toward Cabo Corrientes, Banderas Bay and Puerto Vallarta.

In Spanish, Vallarta is pronounced Bay yarta.  “Vs” are always pronounced like “Bs” and “ll” is always pronounced “Ya”.  Sailboat is Valero, pronounced Balero.  I bet all these years, many of you have been saying Puerto Vallarta, huh?  Or, just me?

Our first rule is, “Always sail if there is enough wind to fill the sails and they are not flogging.”  Initially, the wind was light but by noon we were sailing quite nicely on a port tack with moderate wind out of the south.

Soon we were faced with a dilemma.  Should we fire up the engine and motor into Ipala before dark (Rule No. 2 – never enter an unknown anchorage after dark) or should we continue to sail out around Cabo Corrientes and arrive in Banderas Bay soon after day break?

Our third rule is, “Don’t sail if it means being out an extra overnight when a protected anchorage is available.”

We had already intended to round Cabo Corrientes (Cape of Currents) through the night when winds would be calm.  Also, the guide book warned Ipala could be tight quarters and rocky.

Against our better judgement, we elected to take a chance on Ipala.  I told Peter if he wasn’t comfortable with the anchorage we could leave, knowing 3 – 5 hours would be added to our passage to go into the bay and have to sail back off shore.

The guide book was right.  The tiny little bay, about the size of a basketball court was riddled with buoys indicating underwater hazards.  The bay was almost completely surrounded by rocks and hidden reefs.  Two boats were already at anchor.  You could see their masts rocking to and fro like the needle on a metronome from the ocean swell entering the bay from the south.

Peter said, “No way!  I’m not staying here!”  I was furious.  I acted like I was mad at Peter when in fact I was really mad at the ocean for causing so much trouble and myself for getting attached to being quiet and at anchor in less than 30 minutes.

I went down below to start dinner before my 8:00 pm watch, being certain to loudly slam and bang cupboards and pans as much as possible!

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About Susan M. Gierga

Everyone already knows everything there is to know about me. I wear my heart on my sleeve. To learn current details. Visit my blog, CruisingwithCaptainPeterandtheAdmiral.
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