Layers of green unrolled before one another as we neared the island. Soft hills ending in sheer cliffs marked the entrances of one inviting cove after another as the frigate birds circled high overhead. If San Benedicto is Mordor then Isla Socorro is definitely the Shire.
Apparently every boat that visits the Revillagigedo Islands gets their very own shark entourage. Really, it’s uncanny and, I’m not going to lie, it’s a little unsettling.
We simply gaze over the rail to witness the thunderous splash of a giant manta leaping, the fin of a silky shark slicing the surface, wide-eyed flying fish barely escaping the gnashing jaws of silvery jacks. From the surface it can all be, quite frankly, a little overwhelming.
With permits in hand, enough fresh produce to feed an army of guinea pigs, and a few butterflies fluttering around our stomachs, we weighed anchor, waved goodbye to the Sea of Cortez, and headed south to go further offshore than we’ve ever been.
There is no better way to breathe in the newness of a year than in the clean, quiet air, warmed by morning sun, off an uninhabited island…. with friends.
They say that the best experiences in life are even better when shared with others, and Jonah and I are learning this to be true.
Our fall was marked with weeklong periods of being held up in different anchorages hiding from the brunt of intense northers, followed by two days of calm to go out and play. We still managed to have a ton of fun in some beautiful places with great friends.
After our two-month hiatus in the states we were refreshed, spoiled from the ease of land life, and more than anxious to get back to life on the water. But we still had a ways to go to get there.
Me encanta Guatemala. The friendly, colorful Mayans who sing their morning greetings amid a picturesque volcanic lake charmed me to no end.
We recommisioned “La Bellena”, our land-boat, and set off to look for America. So began a two-month trip full of love, connection, and wonder at the bounty and beauty of the United States.