Teva the Boat Dog
13 October 2013 | Redwood City
We can't close this adventure without mentioning what a trooper Teva, our 1 1/2 year old Rat Terrier was on this journey. We were hoping for a nimble happy boat dog to accompany us and that's just what we got. Our ideal dog was patterned after Apple, the Jack Russel Terrier on Mike and Veronica's Beneteau 46 Apple, who we cruised with in the South Pacific in 2009 and Vienna, Dietmar and Suzanne's Dachshund on Carinthia who is master of their Lagoon 440's decks and the best fish finder there is.
Teva learned quickly jumping from boat to dinghy and back with confidence. She learned to do her business on a patch of fake grass on the bow and was a great heat generator on cold nights in our bunk. She has turned into a great watch companion and guards the boat with just the right amount of diligence.... a little snarl and a little bark. She quickly made the boat her own, doing the rounds of the decks and cockpit and taking in life at sea. Like her humans, she got a little seasick now and then but snapped right out of it as the seas calmed.
Clawing our way into the Bay
13 October 2013 | San Francisco Bay
After a brief but bashy afternoon getting to Sam Simeon, we were hoping for moderate conditions on our way up past Monterey and Half Moon Bay. These waters on bad days can be awful, rivaling the worst of the Baja Bash from Cabo San Lucas to San Diego. There are several points where the wind builds, creating short sharp wind waves that all but stop the boat in its tracks.
Both Buoyweather and SailFlow predicted moderate conditions from 8-12 knots in the morning and 12-16 in the afternoon and calm at night. Unfortunately it was not to be. After a good start out of Sam Simeon at 5am, the dreaded wind waves kicked up and doomed us to a long afternoon and even longer evening. By the time we made Monterey we were hoping for a respite, but instead were faced with a short sharp swell from the northwest... somewhat unusual in that they were predicted to last only a couple of hours but the waves were "sqaure". That is, 7-8 feet high and 7-8 second period. It made for an ugly frustrating couple of hours until we turned into Monterey Bay to run with the swell to get some relief. At 1am we had finally had the courage to turn our nose back into the swell and luckily the square waves had been reduced to just a confused washing machine state. Uncomfortable, but after the last couple of hours, a relief. Nothing like a little relativism to help you through the night.
By the time the sun rose over Half Moon Bay things were settling nicely and we cruised into the Bay under a dead calm with 5-7 knots blowing through the golden gate. Rina and I both forgot how much work sailing 375 miles directly into the wind over 3 days is. Now that it's over, it's very rewarding, especially as it was preceded by 2 and a half weeks of great sailing and cruising with Lewis and Alyssa. We wish them well as they head to Mexico and the South Pacific while Follow You gets put back into hibernation for a couple of wintery Months.
Sunset Alert at San Simeon
11 October 2013 | San Simeon Anchorage
Follow you had a wonderful 24 hour motorsail from Catalina to Point Conception and rounded the point in moderate conditions... confused seas but winds from 5-10 knots. After rounding Point Arguello seas flattened out for another 4 hours and then the inevitable afternoon bash came in on schedule. Rina and I decided to route to San Simeon Anchorage, about half way home. Cruiser note... the anchorage now has full broadband service.... for many years this was one of the few anchorages on the north coast that remained broadband free.
Seas willing we will depart at 4am and sprint to the Gate and a late Sunday arrival in Redwood city.
10 October 2013 | Santa Barbara channel
After a thorough 24 hours of rainy squalls on normally placid Catalina Island, we left our favorite [California] Island Paradise for home. The last 72 miles have been in flat almost windless conditions and the forecast for Pt conception later this morning looks great. There's nothing quite like a strong front to flush out the swell and wind when you are trying to beat north. Currently motoring in a flat calm with just enough wind to keep the sail full and the boat steady and quiet as Rina sleeps.
Float plan shows us hitting the Pt around 4 am Friday morning, and Monterey Bay on early Saturday. If conditions persist we could be back in the bay late Saturday night, but more likely mid-day sunday.
Cozy in Cat Harbor
08 October 2013 | Cat Harbor, Catalina Island
Rina and Alyssa in the Galley, making an awesome meal of home made crab cakes, the fresh catch of the day thanks to Lewis, a Sea Bass caught in Fourney's Cove on Santa Cruz Island last night, and Hawaiian Poki from Albacore tuna bought off a fishing boat in Half Moon Bay.
Mary Lee and Lewis, the boat got a good laugh out of your comment. Following seas we could only dream about... We are dreading the return to cold weather and 48 hours of beating into the wind!
Looking for a Weather Window
08 October 2013 | Cat Harbor, Catalina Island
We're tucked into Cat Harbor with SV Eleutheria awaiting the passage of a low that could bring some rain and strong winds to the Santa Barbara Channel. The 15-25 knot winds would not normally be an issue except that they increase greatly when approaching Point Conception with the associated big seas. So we will hang here for another day before catching the ride up on the back of the low pressure system. Should be a straight shot home on Thursday.
That will give us a chance to spend a last couple of days with Alyssa who is on her way south on Eluetheria. It will be a bittersweet moment.... we're very proud of Alyssa sailing south but we will miss her.
Assuming the Position
05 October 2013 | Avalon, Catalina Island
Those Santa Ana winds never materialized and the gale warning has been lifted. After a morning swell and chop subsided, the harbor inhabitants resumed the daily dinghy dance as Mediterranean conditions prevailed.
We get to enjoy Avalon for a couple more days before heading North on Tuesday for a rendezvous with Pt Conception on Wednesday, where a weather window appears to be forming.
Awaiting Santa Ana Winds
04 October 2013 | Avalon, Catalina Island
That's Follow You surrounded by a bunch of stink pots, seemingly the only sailboat in the harbor. We just got lucky by getting a mooring ball tucked behind the jetty near the Casino as we all await Santa Ana winds that are supposed to slam the island yesterday. Luckily we slept well and the winds did not materialize. They were supposed to hit again today around noon but luckily another no-show. Instead we are hanging in town, rented a golf cart to do our obligatory tour of the surrounding hills and get a bunch of pictures of the boat.
Merry Lee, very good to hear from you! Unfortunately we will be heading north Tuesday or Wednesday for a predicted lull around Point Conception mid-week. I'm sure our paths will cross again in the future.
Follow You in her Summer Attire
30 September 2013 | Santa Barbara
Megan relaxes aboard Follow You decked out in her summer shades berthed in Santa Barbara. A fun weekend of bike riding, shopping, provisioning the boat and hanging out on State Street.
We are headed out to Santa Cruz Island tomorrow to rendezvous with SV Ellie before heading to Catalina on Wednesday.
Dolphins on the Bow
29 September 2013 | Santa Barbara channel
No rounding of Point Conception is complete without dancing dolphins off your bow. Offshore about 6-7 miles the water gets clear and we were surrounded by a hundred dolphins for just a few minutes.
You see lots of pictures and videos of dolphins on the bow on various sailing blogs but I can tell you it never gets old. Watching them play with the boat and each other, then look up at you through the water is just special.
Sunrise in the Santa Barbara Channel
29 September 2013 | Santa Barbara
After passing Point Conception life aboard becomes VERY different. Sunrise over the water? On the west coast? absolutely. Swells? what swells.... we went from 9-12 foot swells at 10 seconds to 1-2 foot swells at 12-14 seconds, almost imperceptible. Winds? 10-20 in the afternoons and then dies to under 10 just in time for the bbq to be lit.
It's playtime now in Santa Barbara with daughter Megan, up from San Diego, along with Alyssa, getting the nuclear family (+ lewis!) back together again for fleeting moments.
Dietmar, you are a mind-reader.... Just had to keep going south until jackets were not required any more. Cockpit was a balmy 79 at 7pm last night!
Old Friends in the Cockpit
27 September 2013 | Morro Bay, CA
Rich and Lori from SV Third Day joined Lewis and Alyssa from SV Eleutheria on Follow You for appies and sundowners last night, catching up on old times. We first met Rich prepping for the HaHa in 2007, did the 2008 HaHa together and cruised Mexico for much of the same time and have stayed in contact since. Third Day is moored here in Morro Bay while the kids finish high school and Rich grows Cruise RO, the watermaker company he co-founded a couple of years ago. Small world... Lewis met rich through the purchase of a Cruise RO watermaker. As somewhat of an expert in watermaker repair, I can authoritatively say they made a good decision!
We're off to Santa Barbara this afternoon, departing 2pm, expect to round Point Conception around midnight and hopefully get a slip at the Marina around 10am. 110 nautical miles and 19-20 hours...
Chillen in the cockpit
26 September 2013 | Morro Bay
Just hangin in the cockpit on a warm night in morro bay. The sounds of breakers in the distance, the light slap of the dinghy bow in the ebb tide and steely dan in the background. Perfect.
The Calm after the Wind Storm
26 September 2013 | Morro Bay, CA
SV Follow You Follow Me sits calm this morning after an exciting afternoon and early evening yesterday. Luckily the high winds abated around 9pm and the entire anchorage slept much better knowing we would not have to check our mooring lines every couple of hours over night.
It's off to the farmers market now on a quest for fresh local veggies. This reminds us sooo much of cruising a couple of years ago.... Wandering around town and foraging for interesting edibles.
Hanging on by a couple of lines
25 September 2013 | Morro Bay, CA
As the wind continues to build your attention is riveted to the one thing that keeps you safely off the rocks. In our case it is two 3/4" mooring lines connected to a mooring ball. In the last post you see what happens when that line chafes through. We added a safety line that will keep us safe if the primary gives way. Also could have (maybe should have) configured the two lines with one to each cleat, but that is moot given that we are already blowing Force 7-8.
Eleutheria is on the hook in sand but has high confidence in their anchor. Either way we will both be up most of the night making sure we don't kiss the rocks.
What Happens when it blows 40+ knots
25 September 2013 | Morro Bay, CA
Exciting times here in Morro Bay. Wind picked up this afternoon and while I was out adding a safety line to the mooring ball, a 40 foot cruiser floats by, having chafed it's mooring line. The harbor patrol clearly is experienced in these situations, as not 2 minutes after Lewis on sv Eleutheria called in the escaped boat, they came roaring in and put a line on a midship cleat and pulled the boat back into the middle of the channel just before it hit the rocks.
Getting those Sea Legs Back
25 September 2013 | Morro Bay, CA
We are safely moored in Morro Bay after a bumpy 26 hour ride from HMB. We saw a wide variety of conditions, from thick fog and 30 knots of wind to 8 knots of wind and a clear sky lit by an almost full moon in the middle of Monterey Bay. 4-6 foot wind waves on top of the 10-12 foot swells made for a wild ride at times, as the boat would break rhythm and thrash back and forth.
As always happens when you have not done an overnight passage in awhile, it takes a bit to get those sea legs back, and at one point Rina was checking the coordinates for a diversion to Monterey. We did our normal 3 hours on/3 off, but sleep was difficult given the conditions, but by morning our spirits were buoyed by the thought of being in port. Rich Boren of SV Third Day gave us a pointer to the friendly Morro Bay Yacht club who rents moorings. Much better to be on a mooring for the forecasted conditions over the next several day, with 25-30 knots predicted and gusts to 40. Needless to say we will be hanging out here for a couple of days until conditions improve so we can head around point conception and hang out in Santa Barbara for a couple of days.
Half Moon Bay Without the Fog
23 September 2013 | Half Moon Bay
Fun couple of days in HMB with SV Eleutheria and SV Pura Vida, with the requisite cockpit party and a night ashore, listening to live music at HMB Brewing Company next to the fire pit.
Now it's off to Morro Bay... Departing around 11:30 today, 24-28 hour overnight sail and should arrive in the afternoon Tuesday. Conditions are good for a fast sail, 15-20 knots, increasing to 20-25 overnight. Will likely go offshore to minimize the land effect around Point Sur.
Sunrise on the Golden Gate
22 September 2013 | Half Moon Bay
One of the best scenes we have seen crossing under the Golden Gate.... Building clouds for what would become a series of huge squalls offshore. sv Pura Vida joined us on their maiden offshore voyage, and boy would they get experienced quickly. We sailed a nice reach out to the SF Buoy just south of the shipping channel and sure enough, huge freighters would appear out of nowhere, sliding by at 20 knots 100 yards north.
We made the proverbial "left turn" at the buoy and our fortunes changed immediately. The wind, instead of being WSW, was SSE, coming at us right from Half Moon Bay. A long and tortuous day of tacking into growing wind waves against a 9-11ft NW swell awaited. Just as we tacked over, we hear Pura Vida hailing a container ship that was bearing directly on them. Liz remained calm as a cucumber on the radio as they tried to move out of the ships path. The ship, with pilot boat alongside said nothing but moved oh-so-slightly to starboard, averting a dramatic lead story on the nightly news.
As the trauma of that incident slowly diffused, winds increased from 14-16 knots to 18-22. Then came the rain. Lots of it. Luckily Follow You had its protective bimini and side panels up, shielding Rina and I from most of the rain, but Pura Vida was caught out without bimini deployed. Brian and Liz valiantly sailed through it all, costing nothing more than 3 changes of clothes and a VHF radio microphone that now sounds as if transmitting from 3 fathoms.
As the conditions continued to deteriorate, we added a little iron genny so we could point higher, knocking several hours off our journey. We sailed into Pillar Point Harbor just as the clouds started to break. What awesome timing...
A little bit of Everything on Day 1
22 September 2013 | Half Moon Bay
We saw a wide range of conditions leaving SF Bay on Saturday. Our 2am departure from Redwood City was under warm sky's lit brightly by the moon. We passed the America's Cup village at daybreak as fog streamed over the Golden Gate and enveloped Sausalito.
Winds were moderate as we headed out the gate and the fog started to lift, promising a nice sail out to SF Buoy about 6 miles offshore. We hoped to be able head offshore far enough to tack over and sail close hauled to Half Moon Bay.
OMG! It's been so long!
21 September 2013 | RWC
It's been too long, but Follow You has been busy nonetheless. The last several years has been busy with work and family but we have also been refreshing systems on the boat in anticipation of our next cruise.
In the meantime we are out for 3 weeks, heading down to Southern California, buddy boating tonight with Liz and Brian on Pura Vida to Half Moon Bay. A 2am start should put us in to Pillar Point before noon.
From there we will be cruising to Morro Bay and the Channel Islands with Alyssa and Lewis on Eleutheria. Alyssa and Lewis recently departed the bay on a multi-year circumnavigation. Mom and Dad could not be prouder.
OMG! Back at work
29 September 2010 | Santa Clara
Gainfully employed once again... and how strange it is... Batteries are recharged and I'm having fun, but the schedule says it all compared to a life of cruising...
And for those interested in the details of our transition back home... I'll be commenting as we process them into something interesting.
The Dormant Boat
19 August 2010 | Redwood City, CA
The hull is quiet
Our focus has wandered, pulled by the excitement of the impending transition
Re-entry is in full swing
Stretching out in 1800 square feet with unlimited water and power seems positively luxurious
Unpacking each box leads to small but exciting discoveries... like a thousand little Christmas surprises... remember this?
Upon returning for a visit we crack the companionway hatch to a whiff of something familiar yet a bit alien
The electrical panel has been reduced to a single frig and bilge light, the glow un-impressive contrasted with her former livelyness
The birds have done their nasty business on the topsides, but it provides a therapeutic wash down opportunity, re-acquainting me with every curve of her topsides
The mind reflexively builds a to-do list...
I realize that it will likely take a long time to accomplish it...
Oh well...Until next time....
The Gravitational Pull of Home
04 August 2010 | Redwood City, CA
We pulled out of Santa Barbara at 1800 heading for the forbidding waters of Point Conception last Monday, timing our departure to limit the carnage around the normally blustery point. Winds were forecast 10-14 knots but almost immediately we were hit with 20 knots on the nose. Luckily it was only the late afternoon channel winds, and by 2000 we were motorsailing ahead of schedule. Our midnight passage around the point was uneventful and wonderfully lit by a near full moon. Our plan was to keep gong as long as conditions were mild, and we quickly passed Port San Luis, San Simeon, Monterey and approached Santa Cruz at first light on Wednesday. Both Rina and I noticed that our decision-making was heavily influenced for the first time in awhile by the desire to get home... kind of like that feeling you get at the very end of a long vacation.
After 2 days catching up with Rina's mom in Santa Cruz, we caught the next weather window on Saturday, leaving at 5am for the Golden Gate so we could catch slack tide in the late afternoon. We both had goofy grins on our face as we entered the bay, experiencing the expected déjà vu as we took in our former cruising grounds. We took a slip at Pier 39, next to steaming piles of cute cuddly stinky pests, so we could surprise Alyssa, who happened to be working the evening shift at the Pier 39 Hard Rock Café. We put on a bit of a ruse with our waitress, who earned a nice tip by finding a way to get Alyssa out of the break room and away from her shrimp tacos. Sleep did not come easy that night as barking sea lions, creaking dock lines from surging tidewaters and the anticipation of our impending homecoming all took their toll. Our 3 hour sail to Redwood City went by in a comparative snap, bringing into clear focus the differences in our sailing skills and perceptions since departing two years ago. I relished the last 10 miles, gibing broadly to put off the inevitable entrance to Redwood Creek as long as possible... we were masters of our universe; as it turns out, for only a short time more.
Traffic increased as we entered the narrow channel leading to our Marina. Several boats headed towards us and 2 other sailboats sailed along side. After a courteous wave by one smiling skipper who was within hailing distance, he pointed to our rig and helpfully mentioned that we should sheet our main out more. Rina and I looked at each other, simultaneously thinking "who the hell does this guy think he is! He clearly doesn't know that we've been on the water nearly full time for 2 years and are clearly master sailors.... Harrumphhh!" I figure that was his way of criticizing our sailplan, where our swept-back spreaders do not allow us to sheet out the main as far as traditional rigs. Just as our indignancy subsided our attention focused on the boat heading directly towards us. All seemed fine as he turned slightly and drifted slowly away from us. Suddenly he tacked directly towards us, with only 20 feet separating his bowsprit from our rail. We turned the wheel hard to starboard until we realized there was only 5 feet of water under our keel. I yelled "what the hell skipper!" and he yells "sorry, rookie at the helm", referring to the 20-something lady at the wheel. We inched back to port, narrowly missing the boat, which had gone dead in the water thanks to the skill of the helmsman. Rina and I looked at each other again.... "Welcome home, huh? Don't these people know who we are and what we've done?" The hubris bubbled over the top of the box that normally has a tightly secured lid.
We glided through the narrowing creek, gracefully traversing the tricky channel just outside our marina, with less than a foot of water under our keel. 10 feet either way and we are stuck in the mud. We grin at each other and take in the familiar sights, moments from our slip and ready to secure the dock lines for awhile.
And then, as sailing usually does, we were put in our rightful place near the bottom of the food chain, reminded that we are clearly not masters of this or any other universe. We ghosted into the marina, awaiting the crowds and balloons, which for some reason, did not materialize. Instead, we crept into the channel near our new slip to an eerie silence. I started to back down to put the stern of the boat into the slip first, but as the boat started to make its turn in the narrow channel, it headed directly for the dock, aided by suddenly gusting wind. C'mon, I've done this a million times...No problem... power out and let's try it again. This time I gave myself a little more room, and as people started to poke their heads out, taking in the spectacle, I headed for the slip again. I got closer, but no joy. Power out again.... Grrrrrrrr.... Now several guys come out, ready to catch dock lines, and start giving advice. I feel the temperature in my head start to increase, reflecting my growing embarrassment. Outwardly, I'm still calm as a cucumber... no problem, third times the charm. As I head out yet again to position the boat for docking, I hear a voice yell from across the marina... "need some help skipper?" I ignore him. I give it another try with the same result, and as steam quickly exits my ears, gun the throttle quickly in forward then reverse, trying to jam the boat into the narrow slip. Water and diesel fumes swirl violently as the boat is impaled on the corner of the dock, tattooing the hull with an 18" black scar. I quickly throw dock lines out to the patiently waiting deckhands and we finally wrestle her into the slip. I put on a brave face as my blood pressure slowly receded, and we continued tucking Follow You Follow Me into her former home for the first time in 2 years.
So what does it all mean? Who knows, but it's been on our minds for awhile. On long passages, Rina and I have compared notes on the impact this trip has had on us, both as individuals and as a couple. We are experiencing a lot of interesting things now that we are home, noticing how our perceptions of familiar places and interactions with American life have changed. The friendships we have made on the water have been many and have persisted, even as we have scattered across the globe and as many of us have moved ashore.
One thing that has not changed is our family. Throughout our journey, they have been there for us in so many ways, both large and small. We were blessed by many family visits over the past 2 years, most well documented here, but we could not have done what we did without their support from afar as well. They were our long distance physical and emotional support team in so many ways, and for that we are eternally thankful.
The picture above was taken just after passing under the fog shrouded Golden Gate Bridge. Two years older and grayer, but happy and better for the many wonderful experiences we've enjoyed sharing with you.
Thanks for reading...
Allan and Rina
Cute Cuddly Stinky Pests
26 July 2010 | Santa Barbara, CA
We've had our usual awesome time in Santa Barbara, riding our bikes around town, hitting the farmers market for fresh veggies, listening to live music and watching people on State Street. We got the last slip in the Marina due to the Kings Harbor Regatta being in town. That put us at the end of S Dock where the lack of constant boat activity invites the harbor seals to lounge about on the end of the dock, pooping profusely while they do so. The harbor patrol and I took turns washing down the docks and chasing the critters away and eventually they got the idea and found a home someplace else.
We visited with cousins Ken and Susan Radkey and enjoyed dinner at their spectacular new home in Montecito. Ken is an architect with a focus on building the most energy and resource efficient homes possible. His home is a virtual showcase of green technologies, from passive and active solar, water conservation and re-use, plus building with reclaimed materials while creating one of the most spectacular living spaces we have ever seen... and all with views of the city of Santa Barbara and the Santa Barbara channel.
On the docks we met Joe Elliott on s/v SEA42, who is just down from the bay area. Joe is yet another cruiser who has been following our blog over the years. He's just starting his journey, so we had lots to talk about and he even bought our South Pacific electronic charts and folding bikes after a test ride into town.
Rina and I are departing tonight at 6pm on our last overnighter of the journey, for the trip around Point Conception. Weather is benign, with overcast and fog holding the wind down. We expect 6-10 knots tonight when we pass the point and the wind/seas should be reasonable for the next 48 hours. Because the weather picks up again in 48 hours we have decided to make a straight shot 203 miles directly to Monterey, bypassing our normal overnight stops at Port San Luis and San Simeon. This should put us into Monterey Bay on Wednesday afternoon, where we will hang out for a couple of days visiting friends before heading to Santa Cruz.
Sunny Catalina with the Family
19 July 2010 | Avalon, Catalina Island
For months we had been planning an outing to Avalon on Catalina Island for mom's bday. As the time grew near, we fretted that the crappy weather we have been experiencing for weeks would continue. Luckily the weather gods were kind and for 4 glorious days, Avalon was warm and sunny, only clouding up on our last day, somehow telling us it was time to move on. And since this was the first sunny weekend in weeks, every power boater from Dana Point to the Channel Islands decided to join us. Luckily we arrived mid-day Thursday, putting us fairly high in the queue for a coveted inside the breakwater mooring. The problem was each morning, the owner of the mooring could decide he was coming over and punt us lowly renters off his mooring. We would wake each morning at 730 to the voice of the harbor patrol telling us that we would likely have to move to another mooring. On our second day we got pushed out of the main harbor to the western mooring field - purgatory, as far as we were concerned. We tried to make the best of it, rationalizing how it wasn't rolling *too* bad, especially compared to the big motor boats, that seemed to roll 30 degrees to each side. Just as we had come to grips with our fate, the patrol came by and shouted "166" and we knew instantly we had received a reprieve from a rolly night aboard. We happily headed back into the main harbor and grabbed mooring 166, right near the fuel dock and a restaurant with live music from 2-6 each afternoon. This was a great spot, well protected from the afternoon wind-waves, and gave us endless chuckles watching the parade of boats practice close quarters maneuvering and docking, as well as ravaging the melodic inconsistencies of the band. I'll just say that the drummer was solid. Anybody that showed up after us on Thursday and who was not an owner we unceremoniously kicked to the outer anchorage where endless drinks were spilled. Kudos to the Avalon Harbor Patrol, who have a thankless job, but do it fairly and calmly, even as indignant boaters plead over the radio for a better mooring assignment because "their guests came all the way out here and are seasick all the time"
Besides Mom, we were joined by Gene, Stephanie and Megan, who all took the Catalina ferry to join us. We all had a great time walking, kayaking, tootling in the dink with our sunset cocktails, and catching up on 2 years of family stuff. Photographic evidence of our great time can be found in the gallery.
Family Tour - Newport Beach Edition
12 July 2010 | Newport Beach, CA
Our next stop was Newport Beach, which is always a highlight for us. We arranged for Alyssa to fly up from San Francisco so we could meet Dylan, the new BF and get some daysailing in. As in San Diego, the weather was not very cooperative, with overcast and light winds for most of our visit, but we had a great time on the water getting to know Dylan and reconnect with Alyssa. All we heard from Alyssa was how much she misses being on the water. The 3 months she spent with us crossing the pacific from Mexico to Tahiti has definitely turned her into a sailor. She picked up right where she left off, handling lines with skill and impressing the non-sailor BF. Auntie Pep, the Newport local and past Lido14 national champion also joined us for several days, reliving her exploits on Follow You when she joined is in the Marquesas and Tuamotu Islands in 2009.
Let the Family Tour of California Begin!
09 July 2010 | San Diego, CA
Yea, we've been gone awhile, but for a good reason... Visiting family and friends as we make our way up the coast of California has kept us very busy. After hitting San Diego and enjoying the 4th, we spent several more days with Megan and Jared before heading North to Newport Beach. Above is Jared - Megan's BF, Eric, their good friend, yours truly, and Megan.
4th of July Raft-up
07 July 2010 | San Diego, CA
We have been anticipating a 4th of July back in the states for awhile, and San Diego did not disappoint. Daughter Megan, her boyfriend Jared and their good friends Kathy and Eric joined us for a daysail in San Diego bay and a raft-up with friends Kurt and Susan Roll on sv Pura Vida and several other motor yachts, runabouts and two huge blow-up icebergs. The icebergs provided laughs all day and night and were the hit of the La Playa anchorage, specifically opened up on the 4th of July to boats for the best parties and fireworks watching on the bay. While the weather did not cooperate, it did not dampen our spirits one bit. The wind was a fluky 4-9 knots on the bay and the water temperature in the cove was a chilling 64 degrees. The kids, both large and small climbed and jumped off the icebergs, with calamitous belly flops, wardrobe malfunctions and near misses. At night, one of the motoryachts in the raftup showed a laser light show on the icebergs while people continued with clothing optional iceberg entertainment. While the rest of Shelter Island was wall to wall people and traffic gridlock, we enjoyed the fireworks, coordinated with FM 107, thumping from Follow You's double subwoofers, in the smooth as glass anchorage. It's gooooood to be home.
New Pics in the Gallery
07 July 2010 | San Diego
From our 4th of July raftup in San Diego