Wednesday morning we set out from Puerto Real at 4 am, rounded the point and hit the winds that weren't supposed to be there. In cruiser parlance, I think we had our asses handed to us. The winds were hitting 25 knots by ten o'clock when we looked at the chart and decided that we weren't going to make our intended landfall. As happenstance would have it however, we checked again and found an anchorage at hand with one other cruising boat in it, and we turned the disappointment in not being able to move forward with a meeting of new friends: Robert, Shena and Kinsley aboard Almost There.
|Early morning squalls just off the south coast of Puerto Rico.|
|Following Almost There into the sunrise.|
Funny thing is that here the anchorage is known as Gilligan's Island and I find myself humming to the tune and thinking of the seas tossing the tiny boat. Gotta love the irony. On the weekends here a little ferry runs from the mainland out to the island and loads of people come and sit on the little beaches among the mangroves, enjoying getting away from all the hustle and bustle.
|The windy flat conditions don't go to waste with the wind surfers.|
|Nestled in behind the reefs with Almost There|
|Well protected from the swells and crazy conditions beyond the reef.|
|Gleaming once again.|
|Perfectly hard boiled in just 5 minutes, plus sit time.|
|It's a wrap for the night aboard Almost There.|