|This is how we do it...|
|Happy Cat = Happy Life|
The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind of activity. We were exhausted and just happy to let the evening roll out while we settled in and anticipated the coming week with our friends.
We didn't want to be "in their way" but we wanted to spend as much time with them as possible.
I can't explain our position exactly. It was very strange to be so eager to fall in with our old crowd, and yet... we felt so separate. So different from how we were before. Our lives have changed so much and it is a strange feeling to have friends from home here... in our world. Temporarily. When for us... it isn't.
There are rocky reefs all along this east side of Culebra with plenty of mooring balls so that boats are spread out.
|Flamingo Tongue Snail|
But I found lots of goodies on my own too...
|Spotted Trunkfish blowing sand|
We both had to anchor in deeper water, 40 ft. No worries, we wouldn't be there very long. We dinghied ashore, Bruce and I were there to help the others land... That poor dinghy looks a little overloaded!
|This isn't it...|
We found this one beach, but it wasn't Flamingo. So we continued on. The walk was supposed to take about 25 minutes... and it was every bit of that and more.
By the time we were finished, we were all huffing and sweaty. The image of a beautiful and pristine beach hovered in our minds as the reward for this unaccustomed physical exertion...
We were met with a chained gate through which we had to squeeze our mature selves... only to walk across a very crowded parking lot full of about a hundred rental jeeps.
OK, so Bruce and I sat on the beach in the sand while our friends hung out in the water with beers.
What's wrong? Why the sudden disconnect?
We are used to having beaches all to ourselves. And while this one is nice enough, it doesn't really measure up to the hundreds of secluded spots we've had all to ourselves.
|Our Country Boy found himself a tractor somehow...|
We miss our people!!!
|I love these ladies!!!|
We left the protected waters of Culebra and headed up on the windy side of the island. The waves were big and we made very slow time before we made it to the more protected waters between Culebra and Culebrita.
With the boat leaping and the cat expressing her displeasure... Bruce and I reconsidered our position. We took a look at the charts and the current wind conditions. Applying what we've learned thus far... we decided that the entrance to the anchorage on Culebrita must be treacherous with wind and wave against us. There would probably be a lot of roll in the anchorage itself and the snorkeling conditions couldn't be optimal with the water all churned up as it is... We decided to bail.
Ultimately each skipper is responsible for his/her own boat and the lives and happiness of the crew. Although we were near desperate for time with our friends, we had to make the prudent decision. We couldn't afford to damage our boat and navigating through the many coral heads that guard the Culebrita anchorage was not a good idea in these conditions.
Then we turned our bow toward the entrance to Ensenada Honda and waved goodbye for now as we watched our friends continue on.
Once we got settled in the protected and familiar anchorage, the skies opened up and poured. The weather matched our mood... but we were confident in our decision being what was best for us.
So... are we Losers because we can't "hang" with the Charter Crowd? Some would say yes. But our days of taking unnecessary chances with our boat... our home... are over. No matter what we WANT to do... we must make the decision that protects us and our home.
So we waited it out and did a bit of provisioning while our friends enjoyed their time on Culebrita. We waited patiently for their return so that we could rejoin the fun, hopefully with a better weather forecast. I would say that makes us Cruisers... not Losers!