It was time to move on, our Schengen clock was ticking. Once again, the forecasts were off, and the promised forecast of SW winds at 10 knots were diddly squat, and we had to motor up the coast. Luckily it was a beautiful coast to enjoy. Unfortunately, the swell had really begun to build at the end of the day from the northwest, and I was fearful for the anchorage I had picked. We had already passed a couple of options and decided to push on to get more miles and time under our belt.
We were nearly on top of the entrance to Cala Castell before we could even see a way in. It didn’t look promising with all the swell, but we decided to give it a chance and we would leave immediately if it didn’t work. What a surprise were we in for.
The swell dropped almost immediately, and as we entered we found only one other boat at anchor. You couldn’t fit many boats in as it was. We dropped the hook and breathed a sigh of relief. Of course it was so remote and the cliffs were so high there was no cell service, but we didn’t need it. We just breathed in the beauty. It was just us, the lone other boat, and the goats on shore. Breathtaking.
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