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| Osprey heading into the sunset towards Cabo Corrientes. |
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| The anchorage at Isla Parajera. |
Our first stop on Costalegere was Bahía Chamela. Bahía Chamela is a large crescent shaped bay
with a number of rocky islands located mostly in the southeastern quadrant of
the bay. For our first stop, we decided
to anchor out in the lee of Isla Pajarera.
The water where we anchored was crystal clear and we were anchored
fairly close to shore. The shoreline was
a pebbly beach with rocky edges inhabited by an abundance of pelicans and
blue-footed boobies. After lunch we got
in the dinghy and rowed to shore and attempted a surf landing. Surf landings can be tricky because the
possibility of overturning the dinghy always exists. To successfully execute a surf landing, you
really have to pay attention to the wave and swell patterns and time your
approach carefully. We managed to land
the dinghy and dragged it up the pebbly beach.
We had brought our snorkel gear but when we entered the water, the
surging surf churned the water up so much that visibility was limited and so we
weren’t able to clearly see the fish that were swimming around the reef.
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| Osprey on the hook at Isla Parajera. |
Being thwarted in our efforts to snorkel, we put our shore shoes back
on and decided to climb over the rocks that fringed the beach. The boobies and pelicans that perched in the
trees did not appear to be bothered by our presence as they rarely moved from
their branches as we approached. The
vegetation that backed the beach was too thick to hike through without the help
of a machete (which we don’t have…yet).
But the rocky beach was interesting enough with the huge boulders and
caves that were carved out of the rocks along the shore so we spent the
afternoon exploring and then headed back to the boat.
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| Pérula on the shores of Bahía Chamela. |
Our first night in the anchorage proved to be our only night in the
anchorage as the swells coming in from the southwest made for a very rolly
night. We decided to pick up the anchor
in the morning and head to the main anchorage off of the little town of
Pérula. The town itself was small but
quaint with palapas lining the shore
and a little road behind the beach that led into town where we found a couple
of restaurants and tiendas (corner
stores).
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| Richard snorkeling, before the moray ell encounter. |
To one side of our anchorage there was a small cove that was lined
with rocky reefs and we decided to check out the snorkeling there in the afternoon. The water here was also crystal clear and the
surge from the swells didn’t reach this little area so visibility was much
better than we previously experienced at the island the other day. As we were snorkeling around this area,
Richard swam over to me and indicated that I should follow him so I did. He then pointed downward and I saw the gaping
mouth of a moray eel. We watched for a
while as the moray remained in the crevice of a rock and suddenly he left the
protection of the rock and swam away. We
followed for a little bit, safely keeping our distance. We looked him up later in our Dangerous Marine Animals book and the
text indicated that the gaping mouth is not threatening; it is how moray eels
breathe. Nonetheless, a bite from a
moray eel can be quite serious as they apparently bite and do not let go and
should be treated as you would a shark bite.
Good to know.
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| Osprey at anchor in Bahía Tenacatita. |
We left Bahía Chamela on February 7th and headed further
south to Bahía Tenacatita which is also a large open bay, backed by a crescent
beach. The weather had predicted winds
out of the northwest (perfect for heading south) but instead we got gusty winds
out of the southwest (on our nose). When
we finally turned into the outer portion of the bay the winds abated a bit and
we were able to calmly enter the inner bay.
We dropped the anchor in the northwest corner of the bay and noted that
there were over twenty boats in this large open bay. A couple of the boats we recognized from
previous locations and figured we might see them on shore in the days that
followed.
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| Richard strolling the beach at Bahía Tenacatita. |
The next day, we heard on the cruisers’ net (for the non-cruiser, a
cruisers’ net is a radio broadcast, usually in the morning, for a particular
area where a controller facilitates
the exchange of useful information related to the area) that people would be
gathering on the beach in the early afternoon for a game of beach volleyball. Richard and I were certainly excited about
the prospect of getting some exercise and meeting our fellow anchor buddies, so
we made plans to join up with the group and participate. I need to mention how hot the sand was while
we were playing volleyball. I had not
worn any shoes to the beach and it was absolutely necessary to sweep your
position on the court with your foot to uncover some cooler sand in order to
stand in any one position for any longer than a few seconds. Lessons learned, I guess. Richard and I were on the same team and our
team took three of the five games and so were declared the winner of that round
of play. After the games, we all
convened under the shade of a palapa,
had some beers and socialized for a bit before returning to our respective
boats.
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| The rocky shore and palapa-lined beach at Bahía Tenacatita. |
It always amazes me how small the boating community can be at
times. For one thing, I imagine that
it’s going to be really cool when I actually meet some of the people whose
blogs I have been reading. I feel like I
already “know” them but can’t wait to meet them in person. Also, as you go from one location to the
next, you run into people who have cruised around with other people that you know. As many of you know, we started this trip
buddy boating with s/v Rhythm and
then our paths diverged for a while and we went one way and they went another
way. Well, while in Bahía Tenacatita, we
ran into Mike and Holly of s/v Wanuskewin
and found out that they had buddy boated with Rhythm for a while. We completely expect to run into Rhythm and some of the other boats we have met as
we make our way down the Mexican coast, and will treat these encounters as
welcomed reunions when they happen. Very
small world indeed.
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| Me, underwater. |
The snorkeling at Bahía Tenacatita was pretty good as well. While there weren’t hordes of fish, there was
a large variety of fish with a few examples of each species seen throughout the
reef. We bumped into Mike and Holly one
day out snorkeling and all four of us treaded water and chatted for a
while. We learned of their plans to head
south and told them ours and mentioned that we might run into them again before
we head north for Banderas Bay.
On Friday nights in Bahía Tenacatita they have what is called the
“Mayor’s Raft-Up”, which entails boaters dinghying out to a location with the
“mayor” anchoring and everyone else rafting up to form a large mass of
dinghies. Everyone brings a pot luck dish to share and a drink and the platters
of food start circulating and the conversations begin and in all, it’s a
wonderful experience. You really get to
meet a lot of people that way; people you may meet again down the road as you
share an anchorage with them.
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| Baby crocodile seen in estuary at Bahía Tenacatita. |
On our last day in Bahía Tenacatita, Richard and I dinghied up the
estuary in the hopes of seeing crocodiles…again. We dinghied up to the lagoon, turned around
and didn’t see anything that even resembled a croc. As we were nearly at the mouth of the
estuary, we were slowly motoring along with Richard manning the outboard and me
sitting up front. I noticed what looked
like a stick in the water and as we approached to within a meter of it, the
stick moved! It was a small crocodile,
about 2 feet long, and he didn’t seem too anxious about our presence; he simply
swam away but not too far so we circled back to take some pictures and then
continued on our way. We figured there
might be a mama croc somewhere who might not be too pleased that we almost ran
over her little one. Ah nature.
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