The return trip was entirely less fun than the initial trip and the wind had picked up to 15+ kts against the tide running in the opposite direction, which translated into 4-5ft waves. We spent the following 45 minutes getting completely douched by each passing wave and we were both completely drenched, shivering, and unhappy by the time we got back to the Rascal. We lit a fire, made some tea and settled down in for a nap and a warmup.
A half hour later, the current had flipped and Karma happened to be sailing by the anchorage. At this point, if we wanted to continue north, the current would be running against us through the second pass and we decided to let Karma test the waters before we charged out to do battle. They reported 3-4 kts of current through the choke, which is the limit of the Rascal's ability, but we decided to fire up the engine and go for it. With the engine racing, we just made it through and quickly covered the next few miles to the next anchorage.
With bad weather in the forecast, we decided to spend several days there, going on little adventures with Clint and Reina, collecting our wits, making huge delicious dinners, and working on boat chores.
The next day we sailed to the tiny island outpost town of Puerto Aguirre. Its in the middle of a huge archipelago and there aren't any other towns nearby. We had a great day of sailing to get there and our anchorage was nice and snug, with exceptional views of the surrounding volcanos.
We still had plenty of provisioning to do, so we took the dinghy in to the municipal dock the next morning to load it up with food, wine, beer, fuel, and any other little treats we could find in the nooks and crannies of Puerto Aguirre.
Once I got all of that cleaned up, it was time for breakfast and a couple of breakfast burritos improved our disposition considerably. Volcan Corcovado got closer and closer as we continued to tick off miles and by lunch time, you could see the vents spewing hot gasses that're scattered around the western side.