Criminy. The most time we've spent at anchor in any one place lately, ended up being in the anchorage at San Carlos, where we intended to (eventually) to get hauled.
We left Bahía Algodones at a leisurely 0840 on March 22, 2016, after we had a chance to gape at all the buildings large and small onshore and remarking to each other that there seemed to be many more than memory served. We survived well the 4.1 miles from Algodones into the anchorage at Bahía San Carlos; the last 24 hours of that 48-hour weather window remained calm as predicted.
We were taken aback at how the Bahía San Carlos anchorage had shrunk over the years for transient boats. The marina was extending piers well past the fuel dock (which used to be the outermost dock of the whole Marina San Carlos complex). What had been the shallower part of the anchorage closest to the approach to the marina, had been taken over by permanent mooring balls that appeared to be rented by the marina. Further out in what used to be the large main anchorage, there were even more permanent mooring balls belonging either to houses onshore, or occupied by exist-aboards who sought the cheapest of living conditions until someone or other were to contest their squatters' rights. We shoehorned ourselves among three ketches at anchor among the mooring balls, in about 36 feet. It looks like what "back in the day" was an anchorage that could welcome 70 boats, can now accommodate 15 at most.*
*Baby Boomer, missing the past where all things were ever so easy. #getoffmylawn
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