We'd hoped to loll around in the big, wondrous bay for a couple of days, at least, but we were also trying to get to San Diego by a certain date. The breeze was stiff, at around 20 to 25 knots, but the forecast called for a significant increase in pressure, so we pushed on. Well, we pushed on for a while. But by the time we reached a small town called San Juanico, it was really pumping, gusting into the mid-30s and higher, so we ducked into the anchorage in the lee of the village to cut our losses. We'd hoped for a brief layover but ended up staying put for 30 hours. The bashing had begun.