Late morning start to get a favourable tide. Ahead lay the narrow tide race of Angostura Inglesa. Moved starboard of the little island in Media Canal for the very best water. Four hundred and seventy feet of Cargo ship the Cholera Narre registered Bangkok came by in the strength of the tide and said hello on the VHF. Bound like us for Porto Mont but he soon ran into the distance as thirty five knot winds came out of the widening canal of Messier.

We turned in behind Vitoria Island Bahia Liberta. Large trees and a tiny nook we slid in close to touching all sides. 48.54.17 S   74.21.75 W

Four ropes out to hold fast in the trees. You could almost step ashore in ten meters of crystal clear water for a most beautiful anchorage. If there had been civilisation we would have been in someone’s back yard but we were in the void of the Patagonian Ice fields of Southern Chile.

Not a road for hundreds of miles and a sky so empty there were no jet trails. Parked up in the wonder of the wilderness that makes this place so far far away.