As we made our way north to Chacala, the passage of time did its magic and both the hung over and the seasick recovered their equilibrium. Ok, maybe a bit of Gravol helped, too. Chacala was not a destination as much as a conveniently located anchorage on our way to San Blas, which is another 22 miles, and was a bit far for us to reach before sunset, especially with our late start.
|Neil saves the day|
In the middle of the afternoon we felt the distinct shudder that we’ve come to associate with kelp wrapped around the sail drive and/or propeller. Since we were at least a couple of hundred miles south of the last of the kelp we suspected that perhaps we had run into a fishing net although we hadn’t seen any sign of one. Neil donned the snorkel mask and swam down to check things out. He reported that we had some ¾” yellow polypropylene rope wrapped around the prop. He was able to cut it loose fairly quickly and we arrived in Chacala at sunset.
|Chacala Beach at Christmas|
The huge influx of people has clearly caused some problems as addressed by this sign.