Fine Line Sailing: The Albuquerque Cays

Before we begin a passage we always spend lots of time investigating the weather. We look for a good wind direction that will allow us to sail as much as possible. We look for seas that are not too big and that also come towards the boat from the side (beam) or behind us. Sailing right into waves is not fun. We make sure there are no storms in the vicinity. But, weather forecasting is an art, not a science.

So we leave Bocas del Toro in what we have decided is a pretty good weather window. We are heading to the Albuquerque Cays. These two very small islands lie north northwest of Panama, about 170 miles away. We are traveling with another boat named Sapphire.

It becomes immediately apparent that the weather forecast was not spot on.

Our chart plotter shows our position(small black boat) and the radar warns us of a squall (purple ugly stuff).

We double check just to make sure. Yep, looks like a squall coming our way.

No worries. We are ready.

Our friends, Bob and Sandy on Sapphire, are up ahead of us. They give us the nitty gritty on what to expect from the squall. Thanks Bob and Sandy. That's good info.

Soon we are right in the middle of the purple blob. Kind of like being swallowed by Moby Dick.

The wind is now blowing around 25-30 knots. We are glad we only have one sail up. Our big heavy duty main sail. It can easily handle the wind. So can the flag.

As the day progresses we seem to be constantly surrounded by squalls. Luckily only a few swallow us up. The rest wander off to look for more interesting victims.

It takes us 28 hours to get to the Albuquerque Cays. It has not been one of our more pleasant trips and we are glad to be here. Sapphire basking in the sunset.

So you might wonder what brought us to these small islands. There is not much here. One island is home to 10 Columbian military men. They get stationed here for 30 days. No boat, no bar, no girls, no fun!

The other island is home to a motly crew of fishermen who travel between these rich fishing grounds and their home base of San Andres, 30 miles away. They make this trip in their small skiffs. Truly amazing to us.

But we are here, not to entertain the troops and certainly not to compete with the fishermen. We are here to enjoy the beautiful crystal clear waters and to explore the bountiful reefs with our snorkel and mask....and our spears (just in case we happen upon a lobster or two).

Fishing camp.

But we must make a visit to Columbia's finest, El Armada Nacional. Just to let them know we are here and show them our paperwork.

Their headquarters could be from WWII, somewhere in the Southpacific. But it is updated with a satellite dish. We are amazed that they have two dishes here: one for communication and one for Direct TV. OK, we no longer feel so bad for them.

Solar panels, radio towers, welcome to the 21st. century Colombia.

The island is well tended. There are raked sand walkways lined with conch shells, nice touch.

At the end of this walkway is the open air kitchen. They do have a cook here.

The troops have plenty to do here. The Colombian Flag displayed here in painted conch shells is a fine example of what you can do during downtime.

Laundry of course is done by hand and if you don't have clothepins, improvise.

working out is important and what would a military base be without a gym?

It's not LA Fitness but it has it's benefits. Fresh air for beginners.......

Barbara orders our guide to give us 25...with a smile

Most importantly the troops guard the island. We spent lots of hours debating what or who posed the biggest threat to these islands. Our conclusion was boredom and the weather. But just in case a hostile foreing power should decide to invade, the island is always on full alert.

We can see clearly now, how it might be

A group photo on the helipad.

Retired!

Fine Line at anchor, Albuquerque Cays.

We spend 4 days at the Albuquerque Cays and we would like to stay longer. We have had a great lobster dinner and wouldn't mind more. The weather, however is getting windy and our forecasts received on the SSB (long distance radio) is not favorable for this exposed anchorage. So we head out for San Andres. The trip is much nicer than our last voyage. Of course, it is only 30 miles so 5 hours later....