Friday, Feb. 24--headed for Isla Espiritu Santu
I got up shortly after dawn, to find the sea and winds calm. I was headed for the island today, but first, I had a long list of preparations. Things to find, and drybags to pack. Sandwiches to make… water bottles to fill… prepping the trailer and car for my absence.
So I didn’t get off till noon. The wind had come up a bit and shifted to a headwind, with some whitecaps. But it wasn’t stiff enough to make paddling especially hard. I crossed an hour and forty minutes, indicating the distance of about 3.5 miles. The crossing was to the north—and I had decided to paddle on the west side of the island, where there were more sheltered bays. I thought the terrain would be more varied and interesting.
The first bay had a fish camp near the point—two low huts made mostly of scraps. They appeared unoccupied. Beyond was a long beach with a shore sloping quickly upward to a low row of dunes. This was already occupied by two kayaks, so I paddled on.
I explored the next larger bay. It had a small patch of dwarf mangroves, a long, sandy beach, and was very shallow.
I headed on to the next bay larger still. It was very grand, surrounded on the north side by an amphitheater of impressive bluffs and low mountains, all shades of buff, pink, or dark lava.