Ophelia Offshore

After our sail from hell, coming around the corner into Bahía Santa María was a sight for sore eyes. We dropped our anchor in the huge bay protected by towering mountains to the north and slept.

This turned into what felt like our first real stop on the trip – A totally remote bay with only a few fishing shacks and a few sail boats transiting the coast. After our first night, all of the other boats left and it was just us and the fishermen, who traded us lobster and halibut for candy and fresh water.

We spent almost a week in this isolated bay. There were no footprints on the beach and there were gigantic, perfect sea shells as far as the eye could see. We paddle boarded through mangroves, disrupting the quiet the daily life of the birds and the fish who looked at us as if they were confused why we were there. We found a beach covered in whale bones on the other side of the peninsula. An epic hike up the ravines of the protective mountains provided views of the bay and the swell marching across the Pacific. There were untouched dunes, with perfect wind patterns like a psychedelic album cover. I finally had enough time to get the new camera out and attempt to capture the beauty of the place.

There was also some boat work – We spent one full day reorganizing and repacking the lockers and one full day getting the water maker finally running after some minor electrical work.