April 16 – 18, 2016
For 48 hours, we sat out the winds in Homestead Bay. We’d picked a good spot and were fairly well protected. Aside from our surroundings being more representative of Baja than New Zealand, they were pretty nice. We were surrounded by dry, grassy hills. At the head of the bay was a lovely home off a long, light pebbly beach.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with this place, yet as soon as we dropped our anchor I felt somewhat melancholy. It felt like being stuck between two worlds, one behind us, the other waiting ahead. It didn’t help that it was windy and we were stuck on the boat. We’d hoped to take the dinghy over to greener and prettier Waterfall Bay, check out the lodge and do a hike, but the wind was strong enough we didn’t feel comfortable leaving the boat.
In all, this place would be fine for an afternoon and overnight, but two days here felt like a long time. When the winds let up, we were very happy to go. I would love to have visited Waterfall Bay, but not enough to make it worth staying in this area any longer.
Below, a gallery of Homestead Bay (click to enlarge/scroll). –Cyndi
