Sailing the Karina C

Walking towards Arroyo Grande outside of San Evaristo.
The next day (2-19) we sailed and later motored to San Evaristo. We did a lot of cogitating on the destination but, as Westerlies were in the forecast, we decided on San Evaristo. We had a bit of a time getting Wayne to work until we remembered how Wayne works. We arrived in San Evaristo just as the Manana net was giving me the forecast. I decided to anchor and pick up the forecast later. The forecast was for tame conditions. The main anchorage soon filled up and one other ferro boat anchored in the hook with us. I called Willful Simplicity as they have a mooring buoy here. They indicated the N hook was a good place as there was very little weed there as opposed to the main anchorage which was rife with it.
We got the dinghy off and went into town and bought some gas. When we returned, we decided to go for a bit of a walk. We adopted the dog at the cantina (we called him Pierre the pero). Pero is Spanish for dog. We walked all the way to the salt farm and then back to the dinghy. We will see Pierre later this week.
We had steaks barbecued in increasing SW winds last night. We ate our meal and I fed Anita’s ego by letting her win at backgammon…. Twice. That was enough and we went to bed.
I was up again at 0100 as the wind was throwing the boat around at a furious pace. I got up and looked around and noticed the milk crate that we keep a few goodies on deck had blown clean off the boat. Almost all the boaters were up and doing an anchor watch. I joined them and BSed with Bruce on Juce for a few minutes. He noted the max winds were 37 knots and it sure felt like it. Just seconds after calling Juce the winds died and I soon returned to the bunk with a warm beautiful wife and was soon fast asleep. I woke up later as the winds did return, but with considerably less fury. We noted max 27 on the windex at that time.
Dawn found a considerably different scene. Some boats dragged right through the anchorage and 2 got ground tackle fowled. One had to fend off 2 boats as they passed through the anchorage.
We were in the same place as we anchored as our CQR held us firmly. That, coupled with the 120 feet of chain in 25’ of water kept us secure. Our neighbour (a retired shipwright) did OK although I wasn’t impressed with his anchoring technique.
We went into town to see if the tienda was open as it wasn`t yesterday. ``Manana`` was the answer. We went back to Karina and had a very lazy day reading and playing Dominoes.