(This was written in April, but I got distracted and forgot to edit & post it, forgiveness please!)
April 27, 2017
We dropped the hook in the beautiful anchorage at Tenecatita on the Costalegre coast 12 days ago. The intent wasn’t to stay this long, but we’ve gotten comfortable and with the prevailing winds its the only comfortable anchorage in the region besides Barra. We see no reason to hurry along.
Most of the anchorages in this part of the world are open to the South. This is fine and dandy during the winter months when both wind and swell are predominantly from the North. Recently though, bigger weather systems South of us have been claiming the prize for bigger, badder storms, resulting in the swell rolling in from the South.
This combination of geography and weather leaves us hooked to the sandy sea bed of south protected Tenecatita for as long as we like to stay, or at least a couple more days until we run out of food. We’ve run out of the good stuff and are debating if we want to stay here badly enough to eat oatmeal for breakfast, ick!
Since being hooked in Tenecatitia a huge school of fish has taken up residence under the boat. It’s fascinating to watch. On day one a handful of fish took shelter under the boat at anchor. Over time the population steadily increased to a school of hundreds. We rarely stay in any anchorage this long, so it has been really nifty to watch this school grow daily. I have begun to think of the huge school below us of as “our fish” and “feed” them every night when I dump kitchen trimmings from dinner prep.
The video is a little long, you’ll get the idea in the first 30 seconds, but I find it soothing….
Brian did a little fishing (not our pet fish of course, he took the dinghy out) and came back with a nice haul of bonita (maybe, it mostly looked like the picture in our guidebook). The maybe bonita made darn good fish tacos!
The birds also appreciate us giving them a handy feeding ground. Every day they get bolder as they swoop down on fish straying from the safety of our hull shadow.
We saw a monster tuna that sent Brian scrambling to get the fishing rod from its rack in the cabin. I ran for my camera. It’s like trying to photograph Sasquatch. This is a picture of where it was. I swear.
We braved the shore break to get the dinghy into a mangrove creek.
Living at anchor and enjoying the isolation.
And the one restaurant which specializes in fish stuffed with shrimp, wrapped in bacon, and dressed with almond sauce. Addicting.
Since the restaurant is only open when they feel like being open, and never for breakfast, we mostly have to feed ourselves. Most likely the prospect of eating oatmeal will chase us back to Barra in a few days, where we will resupply and decide if we want to go back out and anchor or head to the marina to start the lengthy prep process of getting Pura Vida ready for the hot, stormy summer season.
This will be our second time doing the summer prep so we know what to expect. Hot, dirty work including a super duper deep clean of all bilges and lockers, clean & oiling interior teak, taking down sails, exterior wax, stainless polish, thorough scrub scrub scrub of the galley, grease/oil everything mechanical, and shutting down of the systems so everything stays nice while it sleeps.
If I don’t write again soon it’s because I’m busy scrubin’, polishin’, stowin’, and lubin’. I heart boat life!