Zihautanejo to Manzanillo
Las Hadas, Manzanillo Bay
Our time in Zihau sadly had to come to an end, as we had other adventures and Greg and I
were itching to explore some new places. It was also very hot, to give you a reference
point - it was a good day if the temps stayed below 90 degrees.
We had a fantastic time while there. Betty and Gordon from the BYC flew in to visit
Stardancer. StarDancer is Dave and Mary Ann also from the BYC and used to be on the same
dock as us before they left to go cruising 3 years ago - we also met up with them in
Mazatlan. It was great to see Betty and Gordon, they are such wonderful people and a ton
of fun to be around. I only wish I had my camera when we were all out at a benefit
concert at a local jazz club and Betty jumped up to dance around like a sixteen year old
to LaBamba to be joined quickly by Gordon.
The BYC gang. Gordon, Greg, Me (Melissa), Betty, Mary Ann, and Dave.
We spent all except for the first few days anchored in La Ropa with a bow and stern
anchor. We started off near Playa Madera close to the beach, but the water was pretty
dirty and when the swell picked up a bit, we were shallow enough that the motion of the
boat became a little 'disturbing'. Over in La Ropa we anchored next to Peter and Ginger (from s/v Marcy) who we first met in Cabo but had always been a few stops ahead of us. Fortunately we were able to keep in touch because we were meeting mutual friends along the way and had joined an informal group of boats on a twice weekly SSB net. We really enjoyed meeting them and hanging out with them while in Zihau. They will be heading to
the South Pacific in March and beyond and we will be following their progress closely.
Besides for the games of Sailfest and hanging out with good friends we didn't do much
else but swim and try to stay cool.
Oh, we did have a very cool experience buying a 2 Liter bottle of Mescal from a guy who lives up in the hills of Zihau. Supposedly he made it in his home. Marcy split it with us, but it was really drinkable, but not nearly as drinkable as Sailor Jerry's Rum....
(These pictures were not taken by me but from the Sailfest Photo Album)
After almost 3 weeks in Zihautanejo, it was getting time to say goodbye and start making
our way back North. After all we still had places to see that we missed on the way down
and places we wanted to visit again.
Peter and Ginger on s/v Marcy accompanied us on the morning we left to anchor out at Isla
Grande and have a wonderful goodbye dinner. StarDancer also left that day and greeted us
as we pulled into Isla Grande.
Peter and Ginger rowing over with fresh baked bread for us before we left to go
to Las Hadas.
The next morning after a radio check with Marcy and another boat in the Sea of Cortez we
headed off for an overnight to Manzanillo Bay.
Matey hard at work watching the fishing lines. I think the way she is
sitting is so cute - I love the stretched out leg pose! I guess it works
with the heel of the boat.
The first day out started off motor sailing, but did fill in the afternoon for a nice
sail. Then night fell...and no moon....and the wind and chop picked up... We still
motor sailed because it was more direct. But into the night as the wind grew more steady,
we started to sail a bit. Then it died off by morning and we were back to motorsailing.
As the second day grew on, the wind started to fill in again, so we started sailing
again. This was beautiful as we heeled over, the sun was shining, then within a VERY
short amount of time the wind picked up a bit, but the seas, oh the seas. They
drastically grew and became very steep and choppy and BIG. We pulled in the fishing
lines just as we were crossing the end of a long line which was being quickly hauled up by
fishermen. They eventually built to about 6-8 feet at 4 seconds with occasionally ones
as big as 10-12 feet. Now we are just guessing at these numbers, but Greg (nor I) have
ever seen anything so choppy. We (ahh...Greg) had to hand steer since we had to hit
these waves at just the right angle so that the boat would not be stopped by the wave and
we would minimize the amount of green water rushing over the deck. Greg was my hero -
letting me stay safely standing below hanging on to handholds with all my might, while he
steered and took the frequent drenching the sea had to give us.
We were also beating ourselves up for "messing around with all that F***ing sailing
stuff". If we had just hauled butt motor-sailing we would be safely at anchor. But
instead we were clawing our way to get into the protection of Manzanillo Bay.
Matey at this point was confined to her room. She was a little scared and wanted to come
on deck - or at least plaster herself next to my leg. But really, she was safer in her
room. Oh, she also took to crawling into my veggie basket for a snuggly place to sleep.
This is just a cheapie laundry basket that I keep potatoes, onions, garlic and sometimes
other not refrigerator stuff like EGGS in. So, you guessed it, we had cracked eggs, even
though they were in a plastic case.
Finally after beating our way for about 3 hours, we were anchored in Las Hadas. We had
planned to go to Santiago, but Greg was done with the drenching and starting to shiver -
so heading downwind to Las Hadas was preferable over continuing to beat across the Bay.
We were happily greeted by the sight of Synchrony our BYC friends Juliette and Herb.
This morning we woke to a pleasant 66 degree morning after a cozy calm night under
blankets. We discovered Star Dancer kept the petal to the medal and didn't fool around
with that pure sailing stuff and therefore made it into Santiago Bay in the morning well
before things got nasty. We introduced Star Dancer to Synchrony (over the radio) and are
planning a BYC event over in Santiago Bay in a day or two where we will all fly our club
burgees and relax together.
There is a big weather system causing lots of wind (and therefore big seas) over much of
the coast, so we are staying put till the weekend when we will probably head to Barra de