08 August 2019 | Avea Bay, Huahine
William Ennis | Warm
We're floating in Avea Bay at the southwestern end of Huahine. When we arrived yesterday, the bay was full of charter catamarans but this morning every single one has departed for the base on Raiatea. It's cool to be one of the boats that can stay.
We departed Opunohu Bay on Moorea at 1100 hours and motor sailed for a few hours to charge batteries and awaiting the forecast winds. They never arrived and we motored the entire way: 19 hours. The weather service we use failed again when they missed a miserable southeast swell of short-period, steep waves that gave us a violent corkscrew motion for most of that time. We've decided to cancel that service and we'll find another. At any rate, we survived the trip and the engine performed perfectly. We were concerned about fuel use, of course, even though I had considered that during my initial engine research. We've got no experience with it, of course. When we finally got to Huahine, and through the pass, we motored inside the lagoon to Fare, the main village. No moorings were available so we dropped the anchor to consume breakfast and check the fuel situation. Wonderful! We had at least 20 gallons of diesel remaining, so the engine seems to have similar fuel use as the old Nanni. With that, we headed south through the maze of channels toward Avea Bay. We arrived and dropped the hook for an extended stay.
There's a big storm somewhere since we're getting 30+knot gusts of wind, but the reef, which extends several miles offshore here (and kills lots of boats in doing so) blocks the seas and the hills surrounding two sides of the bay don't allow the wind to cause any waves. It's choppy but not rough. The winds still tanner us, but the anchor set is solid.
So, what did we do on this first day of our vacation? Nothing. Our anchor was well set, the boat was provisioned, and it was a cloudy, overcast day. We read and thought, and looked around. A new crop of charter catamarans motored into the bay and we ogled them as they set anchors, as sailors will do, judging their expertise. I did some snorkeling around the boat and checked the anchor. Too funny! the chain is lying on the sand but well before the anchor shows, th chain dives below the sand surface. The anchor is completely buried! It'll be difficult to extract it, I'm sure, but we'll sleep better with a 65-pound anchor completely buried in the sand.