After kvetching about the noise in Agua Verde we were keen to leave and find another, less populated, anchorage. Maybe we should have just cooled our jets a little, stayed put, and used ear plugs, because our next anchorage, Los Gatos, though absolutely beautiful , was very active all night due to a significant southeast swell. We set a stern anchor to help keep us nose into the swell and this definitely helped alleviate the "rollies", but after rockin' and rollin' all night we woke with bags under our eyes and decided to postpone our Los Gatos land excursion for another day. We weighed anchor and headed south to hopefully find a calmer anchorage.
WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN SALT - Later that day we pulled into an expansive bay just north of the popular little bay and fishing village of San Evaristo. It looked to be well-protected from the dreaded SE Swell so we dropped the hook and let Cinnabar settle back into beautiful, calm water and light, cooling breeze. Ahhhh, life was good again! I even baked some fresh bread.
Turns out we are anchored next to a salt farm, so we dinghied ashore to explore the salt flats. I remember learning in a Food History class that, at one time, salt was more valuable than gold. In fact, there was a time when Roman soldiers were paid in salt, which is where the word SALARY comes from.
Tom pulled off a nice chunk of pure salt for me and, unlike the clueless and ungrateful King Lear, I immediately knew the value of this perfect offering.
We have been here for a few days and nights, enjoying the sublime conditions, solitude, and catching up on some boat projects. Alas, we must head south if we are to be in La Paz tomorrow as planned.
Posted via SailMail and SSB Radio - Hopefully the pic of Cinnabar, with La Salina (sal = salt in Spanish) in front and Isla San Jose in the background, comes through.
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