We arrived and anchored alongside 15 other boats and enjoyed a calm, restful sleep that night.
Doug and I decided to go back to the boat to get some beach toys. Little did we know the trip would be a heart-stopping one. We saw a few other cruisers navigate the crashing surf in their dinghys and tried to figure out how we, too, would get over the 4 foot waves to arrive at our boat without being swamped. Doug, being the surfer that he is, recognized that the waves were coming in “sets” so we watched for a while, studying the wave flow and timed our exit accordingly. It looked like after a set we would have about 15 to 18 seconds to motor across the wave line and get beyond the pounding surf. After a large set of three waves passed, we jumped in the dinghy, started the engine, and headed in. An unexpected additional set of waves approached but we were already committed and kept going. As we flew over the first wave Doug shouted commands to me to help keep us upright and moving forward. “Ann, get to the front, stand up, get back now, sit down!” My heart was a flutter. We got past that wave and thought we had cleared the teeth of the monster when another wave, bigger and far mightier, started to build in front of our eyes. It didn’t look good. As we headed up the face of the wave it felt like we were climbing up to the sky. The white foam of the curling wave stayed right under the bow of the dinghy. It felt like we held that position for a long time. Although Doug may have given me commands to “stand, sit, move” again I didn’t hear a thing. I was concentrating too hard on the massive wave. I instinctively stood up at the bow as we road the wave higher and higher upward; I was hoping my weight on the bow would force the dinghy over the wave. Finally the dinghy did indeed slide down the back side of the wave; we were almost lifted out of the boat as gravity thrust the dinghy back down into the water with a resounding slap. From there we were clear and laughed (and I almost cried out of pure exhilaration and fright) as we headed speedily for HanaCrew. We felt duly accomplished.
|Heading to the dinghy tie up pot luck|
|Enjoying the potluck dinner where people sat in their dinghy's while food was passed between them all|
|Henry had fun playing with the Mayor's grandson|
|Chandler and her friend, Maia, shared a sweatshirt when the sun started to go down|
|Sunset over Tenacatita Bay|