(Isla Silva de Afuera, Panama)
So this morning we really did leave. Destination Isla Silva. A tiny spec on our charts that represented a beautiful little island with near 360 degrees of peeling waves.
The sail over was 50 nautical miles. Almost ten hours of blue skies, calm seas, and completely serene motor-sailing. I loved our time in the Caribbean, but the Pacific has stolen my heart. It’s ruggedness and large tidal changes lend to it a sense of continual change. Coupled with its apparent desertedness, you feel like you’ve either stepped back about 100 years or are pleasantly trapped in a National Geographic documentary.
Once we set anchor at Isla Silva it wasn’t long before we were dinghy down, board in, and gone exploring the island. Around the first corner we spotted what had to be the break called Leftovers as further up along the windward side of the island the big break was crashing. The big break being P-Land – a fast, scary, hollow, mental, flat-top reef break. (note: those wave adjectives are compliments of G Fresh.) With an evening shred in the books, another picture perfect Pacific day was complete.