The 2300 Knockdown
23 April 2019 | Pt. Burica, Costa Rica
Our choice of our first anchorage in Costa Rica was the same as when we were about to enter Panama 14 months earlier. We anchored in 25 feet of water about 1/2 mile offshore. Lumpy seas had Julia Max rocking and rolling until after dinner when the sea state settled down. Sue had gone to our aft stateroom where she was playing solitaire on her iPad. I was up in the cockpit laying down to sleep. The wind was calm, and the sea was flat. And then, I felt the wind suddenly pick up to 15 knots which put me on alert. Then the wave hit us! It was pitch black and difficult to see it coming. Our hatches and portals were open. The wave hit us on the port stern, and pooped the aft deck. I was splashed by the wave in the cockpit! But Sue was deluged with water coming in to the stateroom through the open hatch and portals. As Julia Max was lifted up by the wave, Sue was thrown across the stateroom hitting her head on the wood bulkhead. As the wave passed, another wave also hit us. I found Sue soaked and bloody, but conscious and alert. We worked on bandaging her cut which was at her hairline. For the next two hours we felt periodic waves that had reflected off the shore, but nothing like the two big waves. Expecting more waves, we tightened down the hatches, portals, and companion way doors. We started mopping up the water that had come in. And found the salon settees were dry enough for sleep. We checked our anchor placement, and were happy to see that it had held Julia Max in her dance with the waves. My speculation is that the waves were rogue waves from out at sea!