We ate a simple meal in the sun and stayed aboard, watching the evening traffic and enjoying the anchorage. There are over a hundred mooring balls to accommodate the busy summer traffic from Los Angeles and the mainland.
In the morning we dinghied ashore, and walked a short path to Isthmus Cove on the mainland side of the island. There were a lot of dive shops and I suspect that divers are their most lucrative customers. We visited the tourist information and learned that the Isthmus Yacht Club was the site of a union army detachment in 1864. We connected to Wi Fi, and sent out a few emails and re-provisioned our spirit supply, as the pub was closed when we went ashore. There were a few boats in the harbor, but it is definitely off season. We returned to Aleydabeth and tested our deck chairs, while Tony went for a swim and tried out our fresh water sun shower.
My favorite time of the day on a sailboat is the anchorage time in the late afternoon when the chores are done and there are no boat tasks left for the day. I had hoped that the weather would be warmer by now, but I imagine it is yet to come.
We disagreed on our next destination. After the previous day of sailing I was loathe to plan a very long day and the mileage to San Diego was 70+ miles. If we had huge swell or wind, I was worried about being uncomfortable stuck in the cockpit for 18 hours of sailing. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration that we would have to travel overnight to arrive in the daylight.
After discussion and reviewing the other options Lyle decided to run to San Diego. We heard a weather advisory for the coast suspected in the next 24 hours, so we left at 2:30 p.m. the following day. I spent most of that day preparing warm food for the cockpit. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go below to prepare anything once we were underway. I went on deck armed with a provision bag that included my “whiz it”, ginger, and bonamine.
I took the first helm as the sea was calm with huge gentle swell and we were motoring. The men caught some sleep and prepared for the night run. I turned over my watch at 6 pm to Tony, and Lyle and he sailed through the night, while I slept on the settee just below the sea berth. We had a waning moon and stars and I came on deck during one of Lyle’s watches and he remarked “it was a great night to be a sailor.” Dolphins again sailed alongside in the night. The genoa pulled us gently along most of the night at 5 knots. We were hailed by a warship and asked to change our course once in the night. San Diego is a huge naval base. Traffic was generally very quiet until we reached San Diego. The darkening clouds had been following behind us all night, but by the time we arrived at destination the rain had started and the day dawned grey and gloomy. But we were safely in port by 8:30 a.m. and the sailors were ready for some rest – so we found our berth alongside Silas Crosby had coffee and breakfast and settled in for a few days in San Diego.
The night run wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be! Thanks for calm seas!
In the morning we dinghied ashore, and walked a short path to Isthmus Cove on the mainland side of the island. There were a lot of dive shops and I suspect that divers are their most lucrative customers. We visited the tourist information and learned that the Isthmus Yacht Club was the site of a union army detachment in 1864. We connected to Wi Fi, and sent out a few emails and re-provisioned our spirit supply, as the pub was closed when we went ashore. There were a few boats in the harbor, but it is definitely off season. We returned to Aleydabeth and tested our deck chairs, while Tony went for a swim and tried out our fresh water sun shower.
My favorite time of the day on a sailboat is the anchorage time in the late afternoon when the chores are done and there are no boat tasks left for the day. I had hoped that the weather would be warmer by now, but I imagine it is yet to come.
We disagreed on our next destination. After the previous day of sailing I was loathe to plan a very long day and the mileage to San Diego was 70+ miles. If we had huge swell or wind, I was worried about being uncomfortable stuck in the cockpit for 18 hours of sailing. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration that we would have to travel overnight to arrive in the daylight.
After discussion and reviewing the other options Lyle decided to run to San Diego. We heard a weather advisory for the coast suspected in the next 24 hours, so we left at 2:30 p.m. the following day. I spent most of that day preparing warm food for the cockpit. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go below to prepare anything once we were underway. I went on deck armed with a provision bag that included my “whiz it”, ginger, and bonamine.
I took the first helm as the sea was calm with huge gentle swell and we were motoring. The men caught some sleep and prepared for the night run. I turned over my watch at 6 pm to Tony, and Lyle and he sailed through the night, while I slept on the settee just below the sea berth. We had a waning moon and stars and I came on deck during one of Lyle’s watches and he remarked “it was a great night to be a sailor.” Dolphins again sailed alongside in the night. The genoa pulled us gently along most of the night at 5 knots. We were hailed by a warship and asked to change our course once in the night. San Diego is a huge naval base. Traffic was generally very quiet until we reached San Diego. The darkening clouds had been following behind us all night, but by the time we arrived at destination the rain had started and the day dawned grey and gloomy. But we were safely in port by 8:30 a.m. and the sailors were ready for some rest – so we found our berth alongside Silas Crosby had coffee and breakfast and settled in for a few days in San Diego.
The night run wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be! Thanks for calm seas!