A stop in the Chiloé fishing town of Quemchi produced a welder who could fashion us a pair of chumaceras, oarlocks for our new dinghy. Any gear needs that occur after that, we'll have to satisfy with whatever we have on board.
|Setting the crab pot for the first time|
We anchored again at Isla Talcan, though at a new-to-us anchorage, where all of these pictures were taken.
This is not the right answer.
And I, when I was telling the armada guy in Puerto Montt the date when we would get to Puerto Natales, answered "el siete de mayo."
Somehow that seemed much much further away than the seventh of May, which would not be nearly enough time.
So we couldn't let Quellon pass us by without 1) taking the chance for our last supermercado visit for weeks and weeks, and 2) to visit the armada station and let them know that el siete de junio would be a better bet for expecting us in Natales.
(I'm struck that I should post a map of all these places we're visiting in Chile, as that would doubtless make the plot easier to follow. Well. I'll have the combination of free time and adequate bandwidth to do that just as soon as I'm back in a government job in Alaska.)
The boys, meanwhile, have such fond memories of our last visit to Quellon that they've told us they will refuse to go ashore there.
We could make them, of course. But we have planned a lightning-quick, two-pronged, staggered maneuver involving a public mooring, the handheld VHF, and sequential visits to supermercado and armada. Doing those kids-free is just fine with us, thank you very much.
|Patagonia beach picnic|
No bad weather has caught up with us yet.
I'm alive with the adventure of it all...