Sunday feb 21 Ixtapa/Zihuatanejo
Zihuatanejo won our minds, our hearts, and our pocket books.
We provisioned with new/old friends Ladimer and Andre. Then they gave us the grand tour of Zihuatanejo beach and anchorage, which rivals any town or anchorage we’ve seen.
Our vote for the best bar on the Gold Coast.
In spite of a late dinner with live conversation and live drinking and live music at “the Friends” we crawled out of bed a t first light, with Donn leading the charge in stripping sails covers and preparing RD for the trip north to Barra. Ladimer, an old salt who lives on his 1985 fifty-one foot Chris Craft, which he aptly describes with joy his “floating condo”, and always the gracious host, stood tall and waved goodbye to us as we slid by. It’s a melancholy departure — one of those where you can see yourself living there and are not sure you are doing the right thing by leaving.
We squeezed out of the Ixtapa Marina and worked our way to a safe offshore position and turned north. Soon enough the four of us settled in for the all day-all night-all day sail or motor-sail north of our destination Barra.
The winds stayed light, the seas stayed flat and the autopilot held our course. With lots of competency among us, plenty of electronic support and no need to change course for two days, our workload was very light. Breakfast lunch and a sunset dinner became the events of the day that brought the four of us together. We have three cooks and one chef on board, Donn, who regularly raises preparing and serving tasty light meals to an art form.
We kept watch through the night with two people on deck and continued north at 6.5 knots under a full moon that wiped every star from the sky and lit up our path forward. Sailing through the night is a special event for me, but I have to fight the “sleepies” the last two hours of darkness. And then magically, first light and sunrise show up and always energizes me. Add two cups of coffee it seems as if I had a full night’s rest.
Neither sails nor course not horizon moved through the night. Nothing has changed save for the continually migrating color tones of sea and sky. Each of us did our best to get 5 or 6 hours of sleep during the night while our 135 hp Lehman droned on. We have been served up a beautiful sunrise, with a partial cloud cover. By 11 am the temperature is over 80 degrees F. and climbing, and the little breeze we can generate is a welcome one. We arrive at our destination, the lagoon in Barra Marina, around 3:30 pm, with enough time to put RD to bed and sit quietly in reflection and enjoy the sunset.
Considering our comfort level, our view, our lively conversation (often led by Lisa) and the fabulous steak dinner (courtesy of chef Donn),
I daresay any of the residents in the posh Barra de Navidad Resort would have gladly traded their circumstances for ours.
Gradually conversation faded away and the night overtook us.