We start Puerto Rico

We arrived Puerto Patillas, dropped the hook and rested to prepare for the upcoming week.  We rented a room from Don & Janis Furness, a retired fireman from Sherman, TX and they also have a home on Lake Texoma.  I thought it ironic a fireman named Furness, guess you had to be here.

Don & Janis' gorgeous home in paradise 

We picked up Sally's sister Mary & grand-niece Taylor at San Juan at 6:00pm and was full dark by the time we found a restaurant.  On the way back to the south coast I made the mistake of listening to the gps and proceeded to leave the interstate and head cross country on the shortest route.  It actually turned out to send us through the rain forest on nothing but hairpin switchbacks through huge bamboo forests and hardwoods with vines hanging down over the road to where the traffic broke them.  We rolled the windows down so we could hear the tree frogs and night birds, it was sorta magical but Harrison Ford did not show.  I spent about an hour trying to get out of Pitallis and down to Don's.

Puerto Rico has a yellow (colored yellow on the map)brick road that runs the mountain range from the east coast to the west coast and we intend to see it all.  However, it is very difficult to follow cause either they didn't have enough road signs or someone took them, but we saw a lot more than the yellow road.  We started on a short run from the east coast over to the north south interstate and then down to Ponce for the fine art museum.  The road was just like last night, hairpin switchbacks but totally different in daylight bringing a lot more screams cause now they can see the vertical drops beside the road.

notice ferns on left side of road

bamboo and more ferns

no tarzan but plenty of vines

We passed up a bar/cafe named El Bambu and stopped at a gas station to fuel up.  When I asked about a restuarante they insisted we go back to the Bambu and it was a wonderful little place that almost spoke English.

El Bambu Restaurant & Bar

  Don't know what we ate but it was good and like nothing I had eaten before.  The museum was awesome and a must see for everyone that visits Puerto Rico. The building itself is world renown, winning many awards for the architect.

Ponce museum of fine art

Sally on what we hope is a bench!

old man with unbelievable detail, 600 years old

close up of same

he has a story to tell

fantastic


We finished the day with a trip to Wal-Mart

heading east from Coffin Island to Patillas

We got up fairly early and slowed down our start to listen to Chris Parkers weather, which changed during the night from nice to not good.  We were looking at squalls all morning with seas to 6' and winds to 20 knots out of the east which is where we are going.  Knowing we were going to be hammered if we left, we decided to head out anyway since we only have two more days till Sally's sister arrives and we need to meet her.  Before y'all start sending me messages about how Davy Jones locker is filled to the brim with people that had to get somewhere, this is not our first adverse conditions rodeo nor will it be our last.  This is only a tack hammer and we have been hit with a sledge before!

We upped anchor at 0630 and headed out into the rain.  The wind soon got up to 18 knots gusting to 24 and eventually made it to 26 gusting to 32 and the waves up to 8' at about 5 seconds.  It never once was uncomfortable cause the waves were always with the wind. It the height of the squall I looked over and saw a fisherman running his lines in what could only have been a 12' rowboat and I'm worried in a 41'!  Has a calming effect.

fisherman running lines in weather.  Pic is him on top of wave, 2 seconds later he disappeared for 10 sec.

 When the wind peaked we saw an anchorage called Gilligan's Island (swear fo God) and we decided to head in and wait it out since we were now down to 1.3 knots forward.  I looked at the time and it was 0930 exactly 3 hours since we left so I decided under no circumstances was I going to Gilligan's Island for a 3 hour tour, so we headed right back out.  Besides I want to keep Ginger in my fantasies just as they are, not with her 55 years older, double ugh!

Within 5 minutes of turning the wind and waves calmed  to 14 knots and 3 ft waves so we had a smooth ride till noon when it started picking back up.  We headed over Caja De Muertos Island to anchor in a very protected anchorage at a state park.  Now Sally tells me this island is called coffin island by the locals!

anchorage at sw end of coffin island

We got  off at 0630 and headed east into what looked like a waiting squall but it rained itself out before we got there.

wasn't meant for us

 However, mother nature was paying close attention to our apprehension and released the 1100 winds at 0800.  It wasn't a bad ride though Sally didn't enjoy it and pointed out every anchorage on the chart just in case I wanted to stop and wait it out.  We saw a shut down nuclear plant, a recycling incinerator/generator, a wind farm with 45 huge windmills and the cleanest coal burning generator in the USA, all in 8 hours.

one of four wind farms on P.R.

 Google says the windmills cost an average of 10 million each so it was some expensive swamp land.  I thought they were foolish to mount them down at sea level instead on the mountaintop.  When I got east and looked back I realized the wind would flow through them and be forced up the 2500' mountain behind them, probably doubling the effective force of the wind. We arrived at our destination about 1330  and dropped the anchor in a quiet (during the week) little town Puerto Patillas where Sally found an apartment to rent for her sister, courteous of her mentor Ed Carter.  I started not to mention him cause his head is close to exploding already but you got to give the devil his due!

Anchorage at Don & Janis', their house is aqua with purple trim & seawall.  just behind 1st sailboat

We were motoring along and realized we hadn't seen Bocaron so we turned around

YEAH , , , RIGHT. . . You believe that then I  can sell you my ocean front property in Arizona!

We were motoring along just fine and the closer we got to the corner of the Island the higher the wind and waves.  But 3' waves with 7 knots of wind forecast, no problem, but then the wind topped 18 knots with gusts to 27 knots on our nose slowed us to 2.3 knots when we should be at 6.5 - 7 knots at 2400 rpm.  Then the tenth waves started breaking over the bow, when the third in a row sent water & foam half way up the wind screen, I tucked tail and ran into the protected anchorage at Boqueron.  It is not as protected as Pescaderia but much much closer and when you are being hammered close counts.

getting hammered

Boqueron town and anchorage

As we were leaving Pescaderia Marina, Vannesa, the manager of the fish market gave me her lucky hook to catch mahi-mahi with.  As soon as we left the harbor the lure was in the water.  The hooks luck was as good as the weather forecast, I only caught two seaweed bass which I will try to filet the next ones,  Maybe tomorrow!

We got up for a leisurely start at 7:15 and motored out to round the southwestern tip of the Island to proceed with our trip.  I had both trolling poles out and once again caught my limit of seaweed bass.  Someday I will learn how to filet them, but not today.  A dolphin escorted us out of the bay and another around the tip, we hoped they were good omens.  Once we rounded the Southeast tip of P.R. we had a clear view of Fat Albert, the nickname for the USCG blimp.  They are tethered and can be stationed from 500 ft to 45,000 ft and are a down looking radar platform to catch smugglers trying to evade normal radar.

Fat Albert on duty at about 3,000 ft.

At 8:05 I received an email from a couple I met on the dock at FYC when I was working on Encore.  They are Chuck & Micki Harding who have homes in Michigan and Puerto Rico and I will copy the email below.  Of course it was too late to heed today but tomorrow I hope for a daybreak start since the outlet is marked "caution narrow pass use only in ideal conditions"

"Welcome to the Eastern Caribbean and the PR SLOG. Tip: leave very early and take small bites daily...about til 11 AM, then get in protection and let it blow the rest of the day. It's called the Gentleman's  path and will keep you and ur boat out of the repair shop!"      Thank you Chuck!

At 1100 hrs sharp the wind picked up to 18 kts gusting to 24 with waves 4' - 5' at 4 - 5 seconds, just like sailing in the Gulf of Mexico in a storm, but it didn't make me homesick!  We tucked into our planned anchorage at Cayo Enrique and watched the waves crash over the reef in front of us instead of the bow of Encore.  I rowed the dinghy a half mile in 20 knot head winds to the beach only to find it was coral and volcanic rock.

the beautiful white sand beach I worked so hard to get to

 I walked it anyway and saw some interested stuff. I took a few pictures through the lookie bucket just to see if it would work.  One of the stuffs was a grub looking creature 2" - 3 " diameter and 6" - 10" long.

 I first thought it was a dead tuber in the water till it moved.  If it had moved fast I would have hurt myself.

leaving Pescaderia Marina

This morning we  plan on motoring around the Southwestern tip of Puerto Rico.  We leave this marina with regrets having made so many new friends but fear we might grow roots.  Our every need was taken care of (except for west marine exclusives)  and we felt like family or close friends.  I haven't seen a frown from any island residents since the Bahama's, they are all happy to live in paradise but really can't appreciate it enough since they get to see it everyday.

When we came in we had to tie up to the fuel dock to await a slip which put us in everyones way.  I helped tie up boats coming in for fuel, the last being a 40 foot plus, sport fisherman. As I was cleating the bow, the guy from the boat finished cleating midship came up to me with a huge smile and shook my hand saying, "hello, I am Jose the owner".  I replied, "well you gotta nice boat bud".  He laughing said, "no, owner of this marina", Jerry's mouth scores again!  Jose is now one of our best friends and offered to bring our mail to Patallis if we miss it.  Don't get that service in the USA unless you're at Dog River Marina.

The prettiest boat I've seen is here and owned by Milton Chaar, it is a Bertram 31' and his daughter designed the paint scheme.  I enclosed a pic so that Sonny can be on the lookout for one when I get back.  Milton catches mahi-mahi every time he goes out but complains that his catch are just small ones, 3 1/2 to 4 foot long.  Jerry owner of the marina tackle shop made me 3 bubbler lures to replace  the ones I lost and guaranteed that I would catch mahi-mahi when I use them, but he doesn't know how I can screw things up yet.  All three cost less than one at west marine!

I hate to leave here but know I will return.

Bertram 31'

"SMALL" mahi-mahi

bait & tackle, electronics & repair, dive, and convenience stores

the most colorful of the houseboats at next marina

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Awakened to tears in my. Eyes!

Wednesday 03-092016

Our luck with marinas is holding but I'm beginning to worry.  The folks here at Pescaderia Marina are doing everything they can to make sure we enjoy our stay, including loaning us the owners truck for a quick trip to the store.  Maybe it had something to do with Sally wanting to buy toilet paper. 

 We ate at a restaurant next door and had a wonderful meal of grilled, fresh (caught that morning) mahi-mahi in a garlic, onion, butter and wine sauce, absolutely divine. The fresh seafood market here at the marina has fresh caught snapper, mahi-mahi, tuna, grouper and live lobster.  We walked to a bakery and then to a fresh fruit/veggie market that we couldn't find.  The bread we bought made up for no fresh fruit.

At dawn I was in never-never land catching tuna while sailing when Sally woke me and asked if I wanted to read something funny.  How could I not want to, so she handed me the iPad and I laughed till I cried.  One our fellow cruisers that we met in Long Island, Bahamas  but is 2 slips down from us now, wrote a blog about some of his experiences.  This dude is certifiable!  His childhood experiences were similar to mine except he was the one making siblings laugh  and I was always the one sent to his room for laughing at the dinner table.  His blog site is: latitude43.com.  and you should read everything on the site, including "who we are".  If you are too self centered and victorian to read a few curse words then you might not enjoy, if you have even a small sense of humor you will love it.

I included a few pics of street scenes around the marina.

PR at last . . . thank God almighty PR at last

March 4, 2016

Friday morning after getting up too early to see how to exit the marina, I decided to wait and start the engine at sunrise.  When I started it the alarm didn't stop buzzing so I stopped the engine and went below to find the problem.  My pretty, red almost new engine was now covered in oil.  I had changed the oil the night before and I didn't notice the new filter was defective.  When the engine started the filter blew off and I lost a gallon of oil on the engine and bilge.  I only had one quart of oil extra and one more filter, when I asked my neighbors for oil, Steve  reminded me of the the oil I removed at the change so reinstalled it.  Not good but on these islands you can't go to the corner auto zone to get more oil.  I will change again in PR.

As we were leaving the bay a couple of whales surfaced to send us off into a gorgeous morning.  We had a decent motorsail down to the Northeastern tip and then had to go out to avoid some large treacherous shoals called the hourglass, from their shape. The shoals are where the strong ocean current 5,000 ft deep run into rock cliffs 200 ft deep.  The effect is an ocean in turmoil. It was after 2000 hrs when we were skirting the north edge of it in 700 - 900 ft of water when I noticed a very large fishing boat on our course.  I tried to ease closer to the shoals the get south of him but he changed course too. Each time I turned even a few degrees the waves got much worse, breaking over the bow.  After about 30 minutes of this dance I turned due north and let the larger boat win.  It continued into the shoals and in his spot lights I could see a huge net trailing him so we went another mile out before turning southeast toward PR.

As we turned to head into Pasceveria Marina four of five more whales surfaced to greet us and a pod of porpoises dove under the bow but we too quick for me to get any pics of them.  One of the whales turned on its back and clapped flippers.  The marina was having a regatta and we had to motor through it, making sure not to interfere with the race.  The USCG helicopter did a flyover of the starting line.

pics  whales at Puerta Bahia, whales midway down D.R.,  whales in PR slapping fins,  regatta

whales....whales

Regatta at Cabo Rojo

drying the laundry at Bahia Mar  luxury hotel.yes really

Jerry's take on Nassau

            Early in January

We motorsailed to Nassau channel and arrived in rain/light fog and decided to anchor over close to Oprah's house.  We had winds up to 30 kts during the night (Georgetown clocked 105 kts and several boats damaged).  I left the chart plotter on through the night and by morning it looked like Salvidor Dali's ghost painted the screen!  

We went to town in the dinghy walked to the telephone company to buy a bahama chip.  The Tmobile service was fine for texting but for teathering the computer for wifi it is useless.  I didn't know to turn off all the apps in the background so I used 75 % of my data the first night.  I will not be able to send pictures with that card so Sally is starting a blog that will include all my emails, pictures along with her thoughts and comments.

From Nassau we motored across the yellow banks which is filled with shallow coral heads.  Sally did as all the guide books recommend and stood on the bow for a hour or so when we were crossing the most dangerous part.  The bad weather made most boats hunker down in Nassau so when the weather broke it looked like D Day on the English Channel, the water was filled with all types of boats from megayachts to 16' skiffs, motor & sail.  We always had a dozen boats in sight, each on a slightly different heading.  We made it to Normans Caye to anchor so I could give a Budwieser (I cheated him and used Bud Lite he will never forgive me) toast to Norman Gainey in Canton,MS, I believe the islands namesake.  I'm sure he had been here because there was a huge pile of crushed stone on the island