We awaken early. By Sunrise we have departed our anchorage in El Burro cove. Still under motor, we soon head north, toward the entrance of Concepcion bay.
Conditions are calm. The seas lie flat and windless. We pass through a pod of dolphins, jumping through the water, escorted by diving sea birds.
Nothing hits the lines. The dolphins dash in and play around us. Despite their animal presence, or perhaps because of it, we catch no fish this morning.
The wind picks up. Wind and seas build from the southeast, our destination. Although not too extreme, conditions force us to motor, much water sloshes before tonight's goal.
Early evening arrives. Our destination rears up from the horizon. Providing shelter, Punta Pulpito towers to the southeast, calming the near-empty anchorage.
We are not alone. One other sailboat is anchored nearby. Down south feels so crowded, tonight is almost lonely, only one other boat.
Back underway. We see new sights and sounds. As we head farther south, we feel once more at sea, living our dream.
Conditions are calm. The seas lie flat and windless. We pass through a pod of dolphins, jumping through the water, escorted by diving sea birds.
Nothing hits the lines. The dolphins dash in and play around us. Despite their animal presence, or perhaps because of it, we catch no fish this morning.
The wind picks up. Wind and seas build from the southeast, our destination. Although not too extreme, conditions force us to motor, much water sloshes before tonight's goal.
Early evening arrives. Our destination rears up from the horizon. Providing shelter, Punta Pulpito towers to the southeast, calming the near-empty anchorage.
We are not alone. One other sailboat is anchored nearby. Down south feels so crowded, tonight is almost lonely, only one other boat.
Back underway. We see new sights and sounds. As we head farther south, we feel once more at sea, living our dream.
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