Puerto los Gatos

We didn’t see any cats here, just a couple of cows that were on the beach when we arrived.  Beach cows, who knew?  It was the cows plus one other boat and a kayak expedition on the beach while we were there.  After we set our anchor the crew from another boat stopped by and ended up coming aboard for nibbles and cocktails and that turned into an invitation over to their boat for dinner.  Later back on Malo after what felt like a long and full day, as I lay in our bed, being gently rocked to sleep by the now peaceful waves of the Sea I had thought one last thought before sleep; can it ever get any better than this, will I get to savor this again or will I have to live on just the memories… Old sailors, who knows how many good sails we have left in us but for certain there will always be that urge for just one more sail, just one more time… 



We were up early the next morning to greet the sun as usual and we were excited to check this place out.  The rock formations looked so enticing from the boat and a hill at the harbor entrance looked like it would offer a fun climb and some great views.



The beach that we landed our SUPs on ran directly into some amazing colored an shaped rock formations.  The rock had a liquid quality and color palette that was quite pleasing to the eye. 

Sandstone, shaped by the wind and waves over time.  The is an abundance of those three thing here in the Sea.  The result is remarkable, being here is like being inside a beautiful painting.  The experience is like hallucinating in rock, sea and sky, it just takes me away…

As we made our way up the hill and onto a knife edge ridge that led us to the top where we got a good look at one of many offshore islands that dot the coast.  

There was a narrow ridge line trail to the top that challenged my vertigo but didn’t seem to bother Bev.   



At the top we got our reward… but still no cats.  We’ll have to come back for the cats, they must be around here someplace...