20.8N 105.5W. Punta de Mita, Nayarit, Mexico.
Sailboats under full sail – especially those under the command of a master sailor -- are beautiful watch. A day after re-anchoring at the surf point of Punta de Mita, we found that we were at the finishing line to the San Diego to Puerto Vallarta Yacht Race. The race is a “premier international racing event since 1953” and included World Cup class yachts and captains. For several days we had the best seat in town...with the official finish boat just a radio call away for whatever bit of news we wished to know about the boats or race. These racing yachts are nothing short of stunning and it was absolutely fascinating to watch these masters speed through and maneuver in at times almost zero wind. Talk about a pair of “armchair sailors”…while we sipped our early morning coffee in the cockpit we would watch and wonder why a certain boat would change course a certain way, etc. For me, the most scene occurred in the blackness of a moonless night, where we watched two yachts within minutes of each other approach the finish line through a maze of pangas and fishing nets….we could only see the navigation lights of the two yachts thread their way through the small lights of the pangas…making incredibly tight turns in almost no wind…it was simply mesmerizing.
Sailboats under full sail – especially those under the command of a master sailor -- are beautiful watch. A day after re-anchoring at the surf point of Punta de Mita, we found that we were at the finishing line to the San Diego to Puerto Vallarta Yacht Race. The race is a “premier international racing event since 1953” and included World Cup class yachts and captains. For several days we had the best seat in town...with the official finish boat just a radio call away for whatever bit of news we wished to know about the boats or race. These racing yachts are nothing short of stunning and it was absolutely fascinating to watch these masters speed through and maneuver in at times almost zero wind. Talk about a pair of “armchair sailors”…while we sipped our early morning coffee in the cockpit we would watch and wonder why a certain boat would change course a certain way, etc. For me, the most scene occurred in the blackness of a moonless night, where we watched two yachts within minutes of each other approach the finish line through a maze of pangas and fishing nets….we could only see the navigation lights of the two yachts thread their way through the small lights of the pangas…making incredibly tight turns in almost no wind…it was simply mesmerizing.
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You write very well.
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