We are tucked into San Evaristo and somehow, slowly, the days pass.
During our first night we had an "elephante" -- a terrific wind right off the hills. No warning, no forecast. Just 40 kts of wind all night. Believe me that is ALOT of wind; but no fetch. Three boats dragged anchor here; another went aground at a nearby island. We slept through it all. That is what oversized ground tackle buys you: sleep!
We did a bit of shelling on a rocky beach -- found a few treasures: a small piece of purple branch coral and a perfect, dried sea star.
This morning we awoke and could hear a panga quiet near the boat. Earlier a small sailboat that basically "lives" here in San Evaristo was crossing the bay and their outboard bounced OFF the transom of their dinghy as they were towing it. This is not a good thing: both the towing a dinghy with an outboard attached OR having it loosely attached so it jumps off ship easily. They marked the spot (the stern of our boat) and returned with a panga full of men to dive, find, and retrieve the outboard. It was quite the community effort and with our Brownie's Third Lung (hooka), their generator, and a young Mexican diver the outboard was brought to the surface within a couple of hours. Outboard mechanics are found in every fishing village -- and by noon -- the outboard was purring sweetly and put back on the dinghy, firmly attached with a second leash/control line!
We wandered the village and got clued into some local hiking, er, desert scrambles for tomorrow. We bought sashimi grade yellow tuna fresh from the sea.
We are here till the next Norther passes through -- so a few more lazy days.
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