On Saturday (September 17), when we awoke, we were relieved to see that most of the bugs were gone. Instead of a sunrise picture, here is a video of a bird catching a fish.
The rest had vacated by the time we left for the cruiser’s breakfast, which we held onshore in the recently damaged casita.
When we woke up, it was rolly in the anchorage. The rolling made us so lethargic, so we had a hard time getting moving in the morning. Chris let us know that he’d decided to continue north today, so we said our goodbyes… or more accurately, our “see ya laters,” since we will see him again sooner or later.
In another fortuitous coincidence, four boats that we were friendly with, including one of the families, happened to be two anchorages south of us, in a bay called Ensenada El Pescador. We headed over to join them. It was a quick half-hour ride.
Here is a shot of the almost full moon still shining brightly well after sunrise on Tuesday, September 13.
Christi thinks that on Tuesday, our friend, Chris, had an angel watching over him and protecting him. Eric thinks that Chris got lucky with a chain of fortuitous coincidences.