Attempting to make a long haul from Santiago Bay to Ixtapa/Zihuatenejo, the call was made 44 hours in to change course and make a stop in a small bay called Maruata. The wind was on our nose, the current was strong against us, and the sky was red at dawn, all things that can make a sail real uncomfortable. So we decided it best to “heed the warning”.
What a blessing in disguise it was! We had not heard much about Maruata as it is seemingly not a popular anchorage. We pulled in mid morning to find we were the only vessel (besides local fishing pangas), and without delay took a swim to shore in the cool refreshing water. The next two days were spent re-provisioning (thanks to the help of a few local fisherman) and doing a little exploring. Hiking around found us in beautiful little coves with soft white sand and breathtaking natural rock formations. One being dubbed “Dedo de Dios”. Translation: The finger of God. 
Although we were somewhat discouraged at altering our course, the finger of God was at work, and led us to the discovery of a sleepy fishing village that deposited a few more memories in the bank and allowed us to recharge our personal batteries before getting back under way.
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