Friday, 31 August 2012

on flies, humidity, and good times

Rowing away from Nyon

There are always two sides to a coin. And if you’re the positive sort, the good wins out over the “perceived” bad. At Isla Mitlan, the humidity weighed us down and the black flies drove us to near madness. (Puffy the Fly-slayer would have had a field day here.) Yet, we loved it. 

We came to this anchorage after spending a lovely day and night at Laguna Rada. Isla Coronado, (not to be confused with Isla Coronados further south,) has three good western anchorages and we enjoyed two of them.

We spent our first afternoon there exploring the nearby lagoon in our dinghy. The greenery was a refreshing change from the rubble we’d grown accustomed to. Many nooks and crannies kept us nosing around the lagoon, until we re-emerged, ready to plunge into the markedly cooler waters around this island. We snorkeled, we fished, and that evening, we relaxed aboard Nyon while watching and listening to a whale making her way down the channel.

The lagoon

Watching the whale pass by as the sun began to set

After a quiet night there, we decided to up anchor and go to Isla Mitlan – there is an interesting anchorage between this island and the larger Isla Coronado. While strong currents squeeze in between the two islands, this spot is roomier and we were expecting company. The wind would be blowing from the south, but our boat would just as well point to the east. It was a wilder waltz than the La Paz Waltz. We willingly danced around the anchorage with our friends on SV Eagle, who arrived soon after us.

Wary juvenile opal eyes staring me down
The next morning, while Tom and Rick left to go fishing, Jeanne and I kayaked around Isla Mitlan, and along Coronado’s shore. It was lovely to catch up with each other during a peaceful paddle in the sunshine. Rick came back with no keepers after three hours of fishing. Once aboard, he took his fishing rod and dropped the lure to the bottom. He jigged it twice, almost immediately he caught a sand bass. It was a little small, so he let it go. The next two times he dropped his lure, he caught a nice sized barred sand bass each time: Right off the transom. You never know when or where the fish are going to bite.


Kayaker meets fishermen (Tom, Rick, and Jeanne)

I used Tom’s kayak more than once during our stay there, either alone or with Jeanne, to soak in my surroundings. (Thanks Tom!) I love starting my day off in quiet contemplation with the company of birds, sea turtles, a sea lion, and a whale. Rick, in the meantime, would catch our dinner almost daily. We enjoyed a porgy, a burrito grunt, a flounder and bass. The groupers, on the other hand, wouldn’t let him come near with his pole spear. Accompanied by the Eagle crew, we dove in the water for what we call marathon snorkels – we’d spend 2 to 3 hours in the water, meandering at a leisurely pace.

Our last night there, we found ourselves on the fringes of a not-quite chubasco; it was a brief, gusty affair that passed a little south of us. We didn’t see winds higher than 28 knots, and the breeze cooled off the boat, albeit briefly. Happily, we were in bed by midnight.

We enjoyed our few days at Isla Mitlan. While we saw a couple boats in Las Rocas, (the anchorage just south of us,) there were, remarkably, only up to 5 boats spread out between two anchorages over the five days we were there. We found this surprising, though we didn’t mind, we like it that way.


2 comments:

  1. Kayaking is so much fun! You guys are still having a blast:D.

    That bird in the last photo is amazingly camouflaged. Looks like the stone.

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  2. Kayaking is fun Dani! And we do love our Malibu Barbie Kayak, Mike, she's just now so good with sharp rocks... And since I like to get up close and personal...

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