Navigating in the Spanish fog.
When Ryan came back from his 2 weeks business trip, we were itching to get going again. So two days later, we left La Coruñia and continued our journey Southward.
We slept poorly the night before, and at 5AM, we gave on sleeping and decided to start the day earlier than planned.
We left the dock at 7:30AM, just in time for us to see the sun rise over Ria A Coruña.
Two hours later, we entered a tick layer of fog.
If Ryan is smiling on this picture, he wasn't less nervous about the situation. Our radar had broken right before our crossing of Biscay, and this was the first time we were meeting those conditions.
We made "landfall" 5 hours later, when the shape of a huge rock pierced through the fog.
That rock in the fog looked surreal, like it was coming out of a Sci-Fi movie...
The next day, the fog had lifted, and we left Camariñas, where we had anchored for the night.
That morning was beautiful, and we were looking forward to a beautiful day of sailing.
Out of Ria de Camariñas, the swells started to form, probably between 1,5 and 2 meters.
Now that I am used to the waves, those swells were actually fun to ride...
...and the captain was looking forward to 15 knots of wind on a beam reach.
But again, an even thicker layer of fog came in between our excitement and our destination.
We couldn't even see the town of Muros as we entered the Ria, navigating between crab pots and oyster beds.
The both of us being constantly on our toes and on deck monitoring the situation was tiring, and we were both nervous about the situation.
As we approached Muros, we could see a couple of sailboats anchored at the end of the Ria, and decided to drop our anchor there.
And that's how relieved we were to have reached our destination with no incident.