Tue Dec 10 2019 21:58:00 GMT-0800 (Pacific Standard Time)
Here it is 11pm on 10 December, 2019 and I am awake, when I would love to be sleeping.
We motored all the way to Isla Isabela knowing that on Tuesday afternoon the wind would start picking up and as a friend put it, we would have a “lumpy” night of it.
Sure enough, after a fun day of swimming in crystal clear water, snorkeling, hanging with friends, and seeing a spotted ray, the winds picked up, the seas rolled up, and the night is lumpy.
The waves are from the north and our bow is pointed into them, so Pulsar is seesawing. We’ve had waves on our side at anchorage and at sea and Pulsar rolls side to side. Seesawing is a bit better.
The anchorage is patches of sand, and rocks. Big boulder size rocks that an anchor can’t hook to. We had to try twice to get sand. The anchor chain drags across the rocks and the sound is alarming as it shudders and groan throughout the boat.
Tomorrow we expect it to calm down so we can go ashore and explore this amazing bird sanctuary. In the meantime, feeling expired while on anchor watch, I wrote a poem.
Anchor
Forged steel
Solid and true.
Digging, digging
Fathoms of deep.
The bounce, the jounce
Hobbing and bobbing.
Hold fast, hold fast.
Wind high, wind low
Wave fast, wave slow.
Turning seas and
Churning earth.
Clear stars, moon-bright
Cloud dark sun.
Hold fast, hold fast.
S/V Pulsar 