On to Bouqueron

We pulled out of Pescaderia knowing we had a really long day ahead- about 7 miles south to Boqueron! Barely an hour’s worth of motoring, and hardly enough time to warm up the engine. But it was a calm harbor, a stopover for many cruisers on their way east or west. Stories abound about all that goes on in this party town. OK, so where did all the party-goers go to? The place was nearly dead. There were lots of boats of all types and descriptions, but no activity. I took the dinghy ashore to see if anything was going on there. Maybe a cafe, or a waterfront restaurant for lunch or dinner – something. Nope, nothing, nada, no one. The tall orange condo to the left? Unoccupied and unfinished.

Boqueron Waterfront
Boqueron Waterfront

A few people walking or jogging, a small group gathered at a nearly deserted lunch place, a small store, a tienda, where I was able to get a loaf of bread and a beer. Wow, I guessed Joy would be a little disappointed about stopping here, but we could ease into the Caribbean way – no worries. 
Another view of Downtown
Another view of Downtown

Anchored not far from us was a really cool aluminum – hulled trawler. If the day ever comes, this trawler would be the sort of power vessel we would want to own. Sturdy, unique, roomy – a true cruising power boat. We have never seen another one like it.. 
Rugged Aluminum Trawler
Rugged Aluminum Trawler

We laid over a day at Boqueron, a day to take it easy and do absolutely nothing; no maintenance, no charting, no shopping – just kick back, relax, and unwind. We’d been pretty much on the go ever since we left home. Go, go, go, and now, we were ready to take it easy.
The Marina at Boqueron - Too Shallow for Ocean Angel
The Marina at Boqueron – Too Shallow for Ocean Angel

Less than 200 miles to our final destination, and more than a month to make it. We were pretty sure we could handle it. To this point, all kidding aside, we didn’t know if we would make it this far. This trip was a real milestone for Joy; several overnight passages; more than enough heavy weather to suit her; lots of unknown waters; a total of five countries if you count the US, and almost 2000 miles under the keel. But now, rested up, and with the worst behind us, Joy was ready to go. Lead on, my Captain, she said. 

On to the South Coast of Puerto Rico