Unfortunately, we arrived in Roatan two days before the best weather window ever for heading to Panama. The winds were almost nonexistent and were even blowing on occasion from the south, and the seas were reminiscent of a Kansas prairie. Nothing was happening, which is the best way to travel a 200-mile bash to windward around a point that Columbus named Cabo Gracias A Dios (translation: thank goodness we made it around that one!) But we had just gotten here. Bettie needed some routine maintenance before we took her on a 600-mile jaunt, and we wanted a chance to see the island.
And we've gotten a fair amount of stuff done while stationed off of French Harbor. We changed the oil, did some battery maintenance, gave the outboard some love, shocked the water tanks, changed the fuel filters, fixed the reef point in the sail, and conquered the laundry mountain that was threatening to erupt and destroy us all. But we are once again in that weather pickle we know and love. Should we leave now and haul butt to Panama even though by the weekend the weather looks rougher? Should we stay and continue exploring the south coast of Roatan even though hurricane season is now a month in? Should we be so squeamish about sailing through six to eight foot seas with gusts up to 30-35 knots? Plus, we have to make it to Panama by the end of July because our dear friend Matt will be waiting in Bocas del Toro for awesome fun times snorkeling, jungle hiking, beach lounging and performing as our own personal human juke box for sing-a-longs in the cockpit.
At least we don't look too unhappy about it.
The folks over at the Picaroon Blog had some helpful thoughts on the ever-present weather topic.