We were going to meet them in everyone’s favorite pirate town mainly so we could easily stock up on enough food to feed three grown men with giant appetites and have some left over for us for the next couple of months. Wishful thinking, I know. We left Porvenir, the island at the western edge of the San Blas at 8:00 a.m. with 20 knot gusts blasting from the north and 5 to 7 foot seas, nothing that we hadn’t encountered before, and before the coffee pot flipped over it was kind of fun. But then, I listened to the weather over the SSB and heard that the trade winds were going to kick up later in the week, with 6 to 9 foot seas and 15 - 20 knots of wind from the east, making it potentially very difficult and certainly uncomfortable for us to get back to the San Blas with our brothers. And to top it all off, because I had forgotten to put my seasick patch on the night before, I started to feel ill.
So we turned around. Back to a place of smooth, pleasant sailing in totally protected waters, leaving the ocean for another day. And in typical fashion, the weather cleared up that afternoon, and the bad stuff never materialized. Typical.