Finally decided to give up the $5 a day moorings in Newport to head south.
Here’s the federally protected seals doing their best to sink the sacrificial sailboat in Newport Bay on my way out. It is illegal to even harass them to get them off your boat. They aren’t as common as the protected seagull, but close.
Here’s my friend Di hoping I’ll pick her up at the public dock on Balboa Island inside Newport. Ken is in the background hauling down my box of new zincs. I think this is the dock where the Minnow left from in Gilligan’s Island.
Headed off to Dana Point in light winds and haze. Chris is still in Ethiopia doing midwifery training evaluations and checking out Anacondas – so far they have all been flat on the road. Its been a long time since I did any serious single handing.
Got a nice, but short, end tie at the Dana Point Yacht Club for the night. I met up with my old friends Billy and Christy Stewart. Billy and I went to high school together. We shared houses together in the early days of moving to San Clemente. They took me up to Cannons Restaurant on the cliff over Dana Point. Billy's a rockstar in the surfboard world. They’ve had a surfboard shop in San Clemente for 30 years and build some of the best boards with the best art work around. Billy’s passion even back in early high school was art and surfing. I tried to explain to him while we were sitting in his hill top house overlooking the Pacific ocean that if he had just paid a little more attention in school and gone to college he could have made something of himself.
Bill and Christy with Dana harbor down below from Cannons.
Me pointing to the end tie that Jeorgia is on. I’m (re)reading Two years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana now. It was written in the 1830’s and is the true story of a Harvard drop out who gets a job as a seamen on the Boston ship Pilgrim headed to the West Coast. Great narrative of what life was really like on those old tall ships. I’m currently at the part in the book where they are standing at the top of the cliffs in Dana Point at about the same place as Cannon’s restaurant. They have purchased hides from the mission in Capistrano and are throwing them over the cliff to the beach below for the long boat crews to pick up and take out to their ship.
Reminiscing with Bill and Chris was fun. Everyone had lots of adventures to replay. When you haven’t seen someone for so long, you inevitably end up discussing those that aren’t here today. Maybe a little morose but it reminds you that life is short and you better enjoy the time you have. I don’t know how many times in my younger days I’ve said ‘You only go around once in life, burn yourself out before you’re 30”.
I left Dana Point the next morning for Mission Bay. Saben was headed there too. We passed along the San Clemente coast, then past the San Onofre nuke plant and into the marine base, Camp Pendleton. Things were active there. Here is a Marine Hovercraft passing us at 40kts.
Then inside near the beach was an aircraft carrier, otherwise known on the VHF radio as Warship #8. Here (s)he is heading out behind us at 25kts. You see why they paint them grey.
One thing that pisses me off about Southern California is the number of party balloons you see out at sea. Every passage we’ve made since we rounded Pt Conception we’ve seen at least one, sometimes 3 or 4. They ought to put the soda bottle and beer bottle return fee on these too. Or at least make them out of something that digests in birds guts.
We kept getting visited by these finches. They seem like awfully small birds to be dropping in 5 miles offshore. I think they were chowing down on the moths that were also out their – yea, who knows why the moths were out their. Clearly not to get away from the finches.
It was getting boring out there, so I put on some Lyle Lovett loud on the cockpit speakers. As soon as I did the dolphins came by to play.
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea
Lyle Lovette – If I had a boat
Some how I can relate to this.
(if this blog entry makes no sense in places it is because Chris isn’t here to edit it before I post. Just throw in any extra words you think it needs)