As the sun rose and the morning offshore breeze picked up, I thought, “Hot damn, let’s sail!” So off to Punta Chivato I went. The wind was light, but with only ten miles ahead, I was content with anything over two knots. For about an hour I was making 4.1 knots and feeling good…until the wind died and I had to switch to the motor. Damn.
The day grew hot and sunny, so I stayed aboard until the sun dipped lower. Once again, I wrestled with the swinging dinghy and managed to win. Ashore, I walked the beach to the shuttered resort. It’s incredible, and sad, how such a beautiful place could be left to decay by nature. After exploring, I followed a dirt road to what looked like a sales office half a mile away, then wandered down to the airport where a Beech Bonanza sat tied down. No hangars, just rows of car and RV storage buildings. Odd.
I continued along the beachfront houses for a while before deciding a dinghy tour sounded better. Cruising the coast for about a mile, I eventually turned back toward home, content with the day’s small adventure.
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