Bear with me while I set the scene.
After 3 days of travelling south in strong winds from varying directions, fighting contrary currents that were predicted to be with us and trying to decipher the cryptic language nuances of the two cruising guide books we are using for this area we were starting to get a little tired.
|Pouring over the chart book... with magnifying glass|
|Can't get there from here!|
In planning our next day we unfortunately determine that to get to our next desired anchorage in a timely manner (ie: before a big forecasted afternoon blow, the current switching and darkness), we simply cannot follow the path the guy in the rowboat took 200 years ago and must shortcut through a minefield of uncharted reefs, unnamed islets and narrow passes. How could we possibly not run aground?
|Even the birds questioned our decision...|
That morning we set off and the big blow is quickly upon us and the currents are as usual not from the direction we expected. The depth sounder jumps dramatically from 200 m to 2 and back to 200. We question what we know. Are we really ready? We reef to make the boat comfortable, the current isn't slowing forward progress to a stop and we learn to slightly ignore the erratic depth sounder. We follow our planned pass and nothing goes bump. Dolphins leap, and Albatross soar while Penguins bob around us. We make it to Puerto Aguirre with no paint missing off the bottom.