April 12_Tuesday_ Muertos Cove to Los Frailes
It is a sailor’s dream day
The seas sparkle in the sun and throw brilliant foam off the top of the bigger waves. We have consistent 15 to 20 knots of wind on our aft quarter. Additionally we are boosted along with 8 to 10 foot following seas. Raven’s Dance surfs down a wave and bears away and rolls as the wave pushes on her aft quarter. Then she recovers her course and straightens up and climbs out of the trough and waits for the next push. She continues this random corkscrew (Dutch roll) motion hour after hour — once almost throwing me across the cockpit when a rogue wave snuck up on us and we rolled 25 degrees. We are rocking and rolling on a sleigh ride — watching the GPS dance rapidly between 4 knots (in the troughs) and 8+ knots (surfing down a wave).
All day there is no other boat in any direction on the thin line between sea and sky. We are reminded we are fearfully alone… and beyond help. But Raven’s Dance is beamy and heavy and she doesn’t get up on her legs until a good 15 knots – a wind speed she loves. We are looking at water so bright we must squint; yet you can’t take your eyes off of it. We are listening to howling in the rigging, the groaning of the sheets and the “shhhhhhusss: sound as the bow plunges and parts the water. We must have total trust in RD to keep us safe. And she does.
We arrive in time to anchor and deposit Lisa on shore for her hike.
It will be our final glimpse of Frailes — our favorite beach, where once not long ago we discovered the ultimate in beaching and snorkeling.