Our passage was pretty uneventful. Some wind, then no wind, then lots of wind, then back to no wind, LOL! When we did have wind, which was most of the time, we were sailing along on a beautiful broad reach. There wasn’t much ship traffic, although we did have a couple cruise ships pass us. Cruise-lines are definitely back in business. What we did encounter in the last 50 miles was fishing boats at night, the most excitement we had! They started appearing around 1am on my watch, then at 4am Greg came up and got to deal with the second half of them! Weaved our way through the boats.. you never know how long their nets are out behind them, where they are headed because they turn randomly, and don’t really care about sailboats, I don’t think. When I came back topside at 6:30, it was already light and you could see the island.. and more so all of the birds!! Hundreds of birds flying in the air around the island. Amazing. Next thing we new, Greg’s fishing line’s bells were ringing, fish on! Large dorado, successfully got on board! As we neared the anchorage, we saw there were two other boats, and of course they had the prime spots! We motored past them to the south end of the anchorage and dropped anchor. After some tidying up, cleaning the fish, and breakfast, Greg went to check the anchor. We soon decided that we were not in the best spot, too many rocks around, including some big ones that were way too close to the keel for comfort. Greg snorkeled off and checked the entire rest of the anchorage. While he was out investigating, another boat showed up! Upon his return he successfully reported that he found an excellent spot of sand to anchor in. The only thing, it would require us to squeeze our way past the other boats into the spot. So, what did we do? Waited till they were all ashore, then pulled up anchor, sneaked in, and dropped anchor in our new spot. It wasn’t really that much of a squeeze….we talked to them later that day and they were fine with us where we were. I think when you are in practically the middle of nowhere, you usually don’t anchor so close to the other boats. The issue with Isabella is that it is a small anchorage, and there are lots of rocks. And the anchorage on the other side of the island is absolutely a nutty place… it’s become known as the anchor eating spot. Between the rocks and all the old fishing lines and such in the water, anchors are easily fouled and have to be cut loose... bye bye anchor. The next day another boat came up to the anchorage and after about an hour of motoring around, decided to continue on north. We went to sleep that night with four boats, and when we woke up there were eight boats total! Two left later that morning, and within minutes of their pulling anchor, the most recent boats were pulling theirs and moving up. Within a couple hours, everybody had worked their way up toward us, and we were all very friendly neighbors! But we had the best spot, sand all around us! No grinding on the rocks, always a good thing. Feeling bad for a few of our neighbors!