Sailing with Rats = A Shitty Time

Life is funny.  While in Mexico we were worried about accumulating wild creatures, rats, mice, and cockroaches aboard Camanoe. There wasn’t much we could do to keep out the wildlife except keep Camanoe clean and inspect/clean all fruits, vegetables and foods. Not only did we not have any problems on board, we never saw any indication of potential problems, such as bugs and roach eggs on any oncoming food. This being said, I was very surprised one morning here in Hawaii when I woke in the morning to find various fruits and foods in the cabin nibbled on by what appeared to be a four legged rodent, most of them only 2-3 feet from my pillow. We had collected this fourth member of the crew after less than a week while med-moored to a concrete dock in Radio Bay, Hilo. Potential rodent problems crossed my mind when first tying up, but I quickly dismissed them after naively thinking, “This is isn’t Mexico!”  Besides, I wanted shore power!

My parents and I had a perfect weather window to round the north part of the island, so I hastily went into town and purchased several sticky traps. I underestimated “Monty’s” (the rat) size. I figured he was probably only 3-4 inches overall. I’m not so smart!  We set the sticky traps out around the cabin. Sticky traps are humane traps. When the mouse/rat walks through the traps, their feet stick  to them. Then you can relocate them off of the boat. The first night Monty stepped in one, only three feet from my pillow. I heard him, but when I turned on the light he had already dragged the trap back to his hole between the mast and the floorboards and squeezed through. He had one paw stuck in the trap. So he was stuck momentarily with his hand in the air on the trap, but his body in the hole. Then he was gone. No more Monty, and no chance of him stepping in the traps again. He was smart!  For the next two nights, while we harbor-hopped to Kona where they have an Ace Hardware, I didn’t sleep much. Every half hour I would vaguely see him running around the cabin, hopping up on the table, behind the walls, eating tupperware, eating various food items and boat hardware, including wiring.  Of course he left turds everywhere as a calling card. I went so far as to mix boric acid with chicken broth as a makeshift rat killer. No luck.

Either way, we had a great sail around the island; Hawaii is truly beautiful. After arriving in Kona, Mom and I walked the three miles to Ace Hardware and purchased over $100 worth of rat traps, poison, huge sticky traps, and an electronic rat zapper. It was time for Monty to go!  By then I had cleaned out all the cupboards and isolated the food so he couldn’t reach it. He was hungry and desperate.  I was having visions of an infestation, chewed wiring and hoses. After all, he actually ate my Tupperware.  Monty was a rat! That night, the boat looked like a war zone: sticky traps, huge, spring-loaded traps, Rat Poison, and a fifty dollar electronic rat zapper.

Not ten minutes after shutting off the lights I heard a large snap in the starboard cupboard, followed by a few seconds of thrashing and wriggling by Monty, then silence. Monty’s back was broken. The spring trap got him in ten minutes. No mess. No dealing with a live, biting rat on a sticky trap. No dead rat from posion. Screw humane, screw posion, it’s all about traps. Monty was huge!  At least 15 inches overall, including tail, and about two lbs. He was not attractive, with large teeth and large claws. Monty and I

Living in a small area is tough enough, let alone knowing every inch of the boat, table, counter and sink, has been dirtied by a rat, who by the way, pees and poops as he scurries along. In short, Death to Rats!!!!




The Mexican Navy is No Longer Searching For Me!

Air temp: 63 degrees
Humidity: 80% Barometer: 1008 mb
Speed: 3-4 knots Course: 240 degrees magnetic
Distance Left to Hawaii: 2526 miles
Point of Sail: Close Hauled Stbd tack pointed south of Hawaii
Wind speed: West 20-25 knots
Swells: From the west 8-12 ft

Finally enroute to Hawaii. For the last time! Just cleared out of Cabo San Lucas. Cruising along with a double-reefed main and a storm sail. No doubt, the winds will calm down significantly once I get past the cape a few miles.

I have no doubt everybody reading this blog was confused as to my last post. Some of you were thinking “WTF – you left for Hawaii five days ago, what do you mean you’re going to get a Zarpe (Mexico Clearance Papers) in Cabo?” Well, the truth is, the Port Captain in Nuevo Vallarta was a stickler for paperwork. After a brief visit with him and Velma (who did not resemble my lifelong friend from my favorite show at all), the lady at the Nuevo Vallarta book store who does all the gringo boat paperwork, visa’s, TIPs, etc… made it clear I was going to have a problem clearing out due to my lack of a TIP. A T.I.P. – Temporary Import Permit – is a 10 year permit for your imported boat or vehicle in Mexico. No one could tell us upon checking into Mexico if this was something we actually, really needed. We were told by some we should obtain one if we were going to be there for more then six months. We were also told no one really cares. Those who have them said they have never been asked for it. A few cruisers who were asked for it when checking out of the country said they had to buy one on the spot for $300 pesos ($25 American. No big deal). None of this was the case in Nuevo Vallarta. At least not with the Port Captain I was working with. Of course, that’s Mexico. Every situation is different with every person.

It was made clear to me the lack of having a TIP was going to be a problem in Nuevo Vallarta, as they won’t issue me one on the spot and then I would be on Customs’ and Immigrations’ Radar for not having one. Thus, I might have to stay there and go through the process of obtaining one, which can take a while in Nuevo Vallarta. Velma and the Port Captain made it clear; it would be best to go north to Mazatlan 160 miles and east 100 miles (wrong direction for Hawaii) and check out there. Apparently, Mazatlan will give you a TIP on the spot. This advice took me by surprise. So, of course, I thanked the Port Captain, checked out of Nuevo Vallarta with the Port Captain with exit papers to go to Mazatlan. The Port Captain made a point to stress the importance of checking out of the country and obtaining a TIP. I was now on his radar. Darn. I had every intention of blowing off Mexico and their clearance papers and going straight to Hawaii. What are they going to do in Hawaii? I’m a citizen; they won’t kick me out. I assumed they would search the boat extra thoroughly for contraband because I avoided customs and immigration in Mexico. All I had to do was sail into international waters and what could Mexico do? Unfortunately, Mexico’s international waters extend pretty far west at this latitude thanks to a group of islands 300 miles due west of Nuevo Vallarta, mainly Isla Revillagigedo and Isla Socorro. These islands, unfortunately for me, have a Mexican Navy Base and are known for confiscating vessels who fish in their waters illegally. No matter, I would sail north of them by 50-100 miles and be clear. 200 miles west of Nuevo Vallarta and 75 miles north of these islands I heard what I had been keeping an ear out for on the VHF. It was around 3 am. My Spanish is adequate, but my understanding of it is fairly good. Loosely translated, I heard a radio call informing the Mexican Navy to keep an eye out, if not perform a light search for, a ” Yachtista sail nombre Camanoe ” (Sailboat named Camanoe). I was assumed to be heading for the general vicinity of San Benedicto, which is one of the islands between Hawaii and the mainland. With 36 mile wide radar, I don’t think the Mexican Navy would have had a difficult time finding me. Damn, the Port Captain must have contacted the Mazatlan Port Captain checking up on me. At that point, Camanoe and I tacked over onto the other tack straight for Cabo San Lucas 150 miles north. A little out of my way, but better than a huge fine. As it was made clear to me by Velma, that’s what would happen. It would have been a great sail, except there was a tropical cyclone which was dying out above Cabo. Which meant I had some very strong wind and large seas. In the end, nothing broke, Camanoe did excellent, all the way down to a double reefed main and tiny storm staysail. However, sadly, I lost my spinnaker. I will say it again. I lost my spinnaker. I was in disbelief for a good five minutes.

The spinnaker was securely tied on deck where I always keep it. Thinking back, Camanoe was hit by one particular wave which completely engulfed the boat and even put a fair amount of water in cockpit. Which really means something as Camanoe has a center cockpit. In hindsight, that might have been the wave which freed the spinnaker from the deck. All that was left of it were a few pieces of the bag and the lines I had tied over the top of the bag as an extra precaution. This will be at least a $3500 replacement. Especially, when you include an ATN spinnaker sock, spinnaker sheets, bag, and an ATN tacker. New rule: If I’m not using it, it goes down below! Unfortunately, this is really going to slow down my trip to Hawaii. Especially in light winds. But, If I don’t go now, I will never go. I loaded up extra fuel in Cabo and will have to motor in the light stuff in search of wind. There is a lot of food on board and unlimited water thanks to a watermaker and backup hand-pump watermaker.

Cabo; what a trip. I pulled in, grabbed a slip, which only cost me $62 for two nights, hired an agent to clear me out and obtain a Zarpe for me. The agent assured me Cabo wouldn’t care if I had a T.I.P. or not. All he needed from me was a passport, visa and crew list. Later that day my paperwork was in hand. I washed the boat, topped off fuel and obtained a few supplies. The agent cost me $80, but saved me a day of marina fees and riding buses. The next morning I would be off to Hawaii.

In total, I had 93 pesos ($7 USD) in change I had to get rid of that night before I left. Deep into the local part of town, about a one mile walk inland, I found a local taco restaurant where I gorged on tacos and beer for 86 pesos. Not as cheap as ‘Tacos in the Backyard’ in La Cruz, but in Cabo that’s pretty good. So what do you do with 9 pesos? Less then a buck. In the Tienda (little corner store) across the street from the taco joint I placed my 9 pesos on the counter in front of the lady and said, “Mas cerveza por favor, yo tengo nuevo pesos” (“More beer please, I have nine pesos”). This didn’t phase her for a second. She pointed to the cooler with the cheapest beer and said, “Uno” (one). It was a brand I’d never heard of before or care to give recognition to. It was crap. But it was 9 pesos, so I departed quickly with my prize and cruised around Cabo for awhile walking through the markets and tourist shops. All in all, a good farewell to Cabo.


Welcome to Paradise

As I posted here, we docked Camanoe for a little while a couple weeks ago, had a brief stint back in the La Cruz anchorage, and now we’re back in a slip at Paradise Village.  It’s pretty nice to be out of the rolly anchorage, able to hop off and on the boat as I please and take a quick walk to the store, the shower, the pool and pretty much anything else I need.

Thought I’d give you a little pictorial of what we’re enjoying here in Paradise.

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Two crocodile (cocodrilos!) slide pools. Very cool. VERY FAST.

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It’s sort of a Disney-fied Aztec architecture scheme, but still nice to look at.

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They have a little bird habitat on the grounds.  I wish the birds had more space to fly around though; it’s a pretty tiny cage for about a half dozen birds.

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Next door to the birds is a tiger habitat.  Diego and Daisy mostly sleep the day away, but sometimes you’ll catch them prowling around the fence line.  Don’t get too close though – they’ll come right up to the bars and sniff ya!

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Trees every where with low hanging coconuts, bananas and mangos.  We haven’t picked any yet, but we kinda want to.

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Oh yeah – and it wouldn’t be paradise without a good lounge chair out on the beach soaking up the sun.



Hanging Out in Paradise

Camanoe was due for a bath. A good one.  We hadn’t been in a marina with the ability to give her a fresh water bath since we were in Mazatlan at the end of December.  Four months without a bath.  Poor girl looked a wreck.

So last week we took Camanoe and docked her at Paradise Village Marina in Nuevo Vallarta.  It’s fairly cheap (about $26/day) and gives us unlimited water use, (sort of) hot* showers, close proximity to Costco so we could restock the boat and a dozen amenities including use of the resort’s pools, (semi) hot* tubs, beach and games.

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Our other incentive was that Bob and Camelia on s/v Navigo were docked in Paradise as well and were only going to be in Mexico for another week before flying home for the summer.  This would be our last chance to hang out and it’s so much nicer to be able to walk down the dock to their boat than have to dinghy over across an anchorage or bus over from La Cruz.

We’ve been having lots of fun checking out the little towns in this area with the Navigos and I’ll touch on them in later posts – just wanted to let ya’ll know where we are and that we’re immensely enjoying our time in Paradise. 🙂

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* hot = luke warm at best for both showers and hot tubs. Maybe Mexicans don’t like hot water at their resorts????


In Brief

– From Oceanside we headed to Mission Bay. Which is basically San Diego, but sort of around the corner.  Really nice, flat anchorage and within walking distance to Belmont Park and the Mission Bay beach area.  We wandered around the amusement park and got some frozen yogurt and Dave went body surfing in the ocean while I sat on the beach and read my book while enjoying the sunshine.  The anchorage allows people to stay for three days/nights and then we had to move on over to San Diego.

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– Next we headed into the San Diego harbor.  Sort of a smaller version of the SF bay because of all the different anchorages and bays and marinas that you can pull into.  There was a ton of wind when we were heading into the harbor and over to Fiddler’s Bay, but unfortunately Dave wasn’t feeling so well (we think the Red Tide happening in San Diego was messing with his sinuses) so although we could have sailed easily, we decided to motor the short distance just so we could get there and get tied up and let Dave rest.  The San Diego skyline is so pretty and it was cool to see all the naval ships and the USS Midway as we rounded the bend towards the Coronado Bridge. 

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– Fiddler’s Cove is a Navy Marina/Yacht Club.  We were able to stay there for a few days free thanks to our yacht club membership and the generosity of the marina office.  They have a great little marine store for odds and ends. Dave was able to pick up some hosing there while he was working on the boat…which was a really good thing since the Cove isn’t really close to anything.  Dave’s Uncle Bill was our hero and drove out to see us on two different days and took us around all day so we could run errands and stock the boat.  WE COULDN’’T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU UNCLE BILL!!

– Three days till we leave for the big trip down to Mexico and we headed over to the San Diego Yacht Club located in Shelter Island.  With our reciprocal privileges we are able to stay for three days free. AMAZING. And this is probably the absolute ritziest place we’ve been at the whole way down the coast. Not to mention the usual shower facilities and laundry privileges, there’s also a great pool and hot tub and each locker room has a sauna.  We feel so pampered!

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-Our crew is here (Nick and Michele) and we’re securing the boat and getting our last minute provisions together.  We’re excited and nervous.  Also, looking forward to the Ha-Ha costume party on Sunday where we’ll all be dressed as Team Zissou from the movie, Life Aquatic.  Hopefully I’ll have time to post photos before we head south and most likely lose internet service until we get to Cabo. (well, I hope we can find internet access in Cabo…fingers crossed).

Until then….photos up on Flickr (see link on the right-hand column).  Adios!

Whale Videos!

As promised a few posts ago…whale videos are finally up on my YouTube page.  See below – hope the embedding works this time! Otherwise, each title is linked to where it is on YouTube.



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Whales 2


Three Reminders:

I’m not drunk, just on a boat, so that’s why none of the videos are in any way steady or clear.

I’m trying to watch the whales as I’m recording, so that’s also why none of the videos are steady.

Please disregard any of my comments. I am a dork.



Oceanside, CA

I’m beginning to think that I’m causing the non-existent wind patterns.  When I was taking my classes at OCSC in Berkeley, the wind would always fade away as soon we I hit the bay.  I was a curse!

Poor Dave. All he wants to do is sail (instead of motor), but it really just isn’t working out to our advantage.  We tried to sail out of Dana Point.  There seemed to be wind.  But as soon as we left the harbor, whatever wind was there completely died.  We attempted the spinnaker sail again now that we have a proper whisker pole (thanks to Dave’s multiple trips to Minney’s in Newport Beach), but we were barely making a knot.  So down it came and we turned on the motor again.

Our friends on S/V Way She Goes had to hurry and get to San Diego for work stuff, so we sadly bid them farewell and hope to meet up again either in San Diego in a few days, or, if not, we’ll try to meet down in Mexico at some point.  S/V Navigo stayed with us and followed us to Oceanside.  They were a good mile or so behind and seemed to be able to catch what little wind there was.  Bob radioed to us that he was making about 3 kts with his spinnaker.  We thought about raising our spinnaker again, but at that point we spotted the break water leading into Oceanside marina, so we figured there was no point and just motored the rest of the way in.

Oceanside yacht club has a nice dock in the marina that we were able to tie up to and Navigo rafted up next to us.  With power, water, hot showers, WiFi and laundry facilities, it was like a resort!  All for free because of our yacht club membership.

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Dave did a bunch of projects on the boat while I handled the laundry and called my family…I’ll see if I can get him to write a post about what he’s been up to.

Today we took a LONG walk with Bob and Camelia over to the Oceanside Pier.  It’s supposedly one of the longest wooden piers in  California.  Dave and I thought the Berkeley Pier was MUCH longer, but there were some entertaining sites along Oceanside’s pier.

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We had a very nice time wandering around the city.  We stopped in at some various thrift stores and Bob found a music store where he bought a new Ukulele.  I’ve been helping him with his music theory and as soon as I finish this post I’m going to go next door and see how he’s doing tuning up the new toy and see if he’s learned any new notes.


Bob from S/V Navigo with his new Ukulele. And a Hawaiian print shirt bought at one of the stores we went to.  Fun times!

Tomorrow we’re bound for Mission Bay (just north of San Diego) where we plan to stay for a day or two before heading to San Diego until the Ha-Ha festivities begin.  Wish us luck and some good wind tomorrow!!


Dana Point, CA

It was a fifteen mile jaunt down to Dana Point from Newport Beach; pretty short and easy after the long stretches we encountered along the Northern and Central California coastline.  Although, once again, the wind died on us soon after leaving Newport, so we motored along…

Unfortunately, neither of the Dana Point yacht clubs have reciprocal privileges with the Berkeley Yacht Club so we had to anchor.  It wouldn’t have been so bad if there weren’t so many boats already taking up the West basin anchorage.  There was a raft up party going on between the two yacht clubs and we forgot that it was a long weekend, so every one was on their large power boats.  Seems like that’s the norm in southern California; lots of power boats.  We could definitely do without them screaming by us when we’re sailing along the coast causing all sorts of ferocious waves knocking into our side.  They wave and smile at us as they pass like we should enjoy being knocked about in their wake.

Anyway…tangent…We were able to squeeze into the anchorage, but the afternoon breeze had picked up and kept blowing us all over as we tried to set the anchor.  We much have been pretty entertaining to the folks already sitting in the anchorage – we tried three times to get into position and finally got the anchor down, but then we didn’t like where we were in relation to a neighboring boat, so we pulled up and tried a fourth time.  Apparently, according to a local guy that was anchored near us and shouted out some helpful tips, everyone sets their anchor real close to the break wall and the wind “never” shifts to where we would swing into the wall.  Of course, we felt like we needed to by hyper aware of where the wind was at all times because we figured it would be our luck that the wind would shift and we’d have to move.  Luckily, all was good for the two days we stayed in the west basin, but definitely not our favorite anchorage.  Just too small and crowded.


Camanoe in the Dana Point West Basin Anchorage with the Dana Point Yacht Club in the background on the left.

We went ashore the second day to explore the Pilgrim Pirate Ship and the Ocean Institute.  We got to the Institute at 2:30p, unaware that they closed at 3pm.  They let us both in for the price of one ticket and let us run around and see everything for the last 30 minutes.  We got to see them feed the Moon Jellys and run an underwater robot and basically just let Dave ask a ton of questions of every employee until they said, “No really, please leave.”  (I kid.)  (Sort of).

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Dave running the underwater robot.  I had better luck but Dave didn’t get a picture of THAT! haha

We also, as per my last post, finally hosted our friends from “Navigo” and “Way She Goes” to dinner on Camanoe.  We BBQed some tri-tip (which, they’d never heard of) and I made some risotto, rolls and a salad.  Sheila made some awesome potatoes covered and baked with Catalina Dressing (soooo trying to make this at another time) and some bread pudding, which went really well with Camelia’s very tasty banana bread.  Let’s just say, we’re eating very well so far on our trip. 


Camanoe’s first dinner party with (L to R) Camelia and Bob from SV Navigo, Wayne and Sheila from SV Way She Goes, Capt Dave.

Thoughts from our first dinner party: We need more dishes and cups and better knives.  Maybe I’ll get a good deal on some extra stuff like that in Mexico. 🙂

Redondo Beach to Newport Beach… AND WHALES

I was sad to be leaving Redondo Beach…nice area, good anchorage, welcoming yacht club and nearby friends.  In fact, we’d had a nice evening Sunday night with our friends on “Navigo” and “Way She Goes” playing Mexican Train dominoes.  Although not in a hurry anymore, we knew it was time to head further south on our trip towards San Diego.  So (Oct 4th) we boarded the dinghy on the bow and raised our anchors and motored out of King Harbor.

Navigo and WSG had left about an hour before us and radioed that they’d seen blue whales just off the point leading out of the harbor.  We kept our eyes peeled and sure enough, amid a flurry of seagulls and pelicans and other such poopers we saw a couple of blowhole sprays and the whales rising just above the surface of the water.  I tired desperately to get a good picture or video of the whales but 1) I’m on a moving boat, so even if I hold the camera steady, I’M not steady, and 2) I WANTED TO WATCH THE WHALES MYSELF.  :-p  Anyway, tried to post the whale videos to YouTube yesterday and our WiFi is TOO slow so I’ll have to try again some other time.  But photos are up on Flickr (just click on one of the Flickr photos on the right column).

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This may have been the coolest moment of our trip so far.  So beautiful.

While Navigo and WSG were heading to Catalina Island, Dave and I decided, due to a storm and chilly weather forecast, to head to Newport Beach.  Dave had anchored there in the past and knew it was a protected harbor, so we knew it would be a good place to wait out the storm.

We motored till we hit Long Beach and then there was enough wind to sail the remaining 25 miles into Newport.  Dave used our wind steering vane (Windy) to steer the boat most of the way, but we still can’t figure out how to balance the boat properly to get Windy to steer on a consistent course.  If our heading is 100 degrees, she’ll steer between 90* and 110*. Back and forth, back and forth…too much deviation.  That’s probably not much to worry about if you’re crossing the Pacific, but when we’re trying to keep close to shore and be as direct as possible, it’s a problem. 

Newport Beach Harbor is lined with one exquisite house after another, all with a matching yacht tied up on a private dock with a small shore boat tethered alongside.  I’m stuck somewhere between “in awe” and “sickened” by the amount of wealth. 

Okay, maybe also throw in some jealousy.

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After our first full day and night on the anchorage, we awoke the next day (Oct 6th) to the familiar sound of Wayne and Sheila from “Way She Goes” calling good morning to us (Dave here – They actually yelled, “What’s for breakfast?!”).  I rushed up to the deck and waved hello; so nice to see our friends!  They hadn’t enjoyed Cat Harbor in Catalina very much due to the bad storm and also the lack of amenities.  They decided to forego seeing the Avalon side of the island and both Navigo and WSG joined us in the Newport Beach anchorage for the next couple of days. 

We all immediately put the dinghies in the water and headed towards the infamous “Minney’s Yacht Surplus” in Costa Mesa.  Dave and I had talked to one of the boatmasters at the Newport Beach Yacht Club the first night we were in Newport who said he was a family friend of Ernie, the owner of Minney’s .  He suggested we call Minney’s before we left and ask Ernie if it would be okay tying up our dinghies near his boat slip close to the store so we could cut the two mile walk down to just under a mile walk.  So glad we did; not only did Ernie say it was fine to tie up at his slip, but he offered to drive us back to the slip if we bought too much to carry back.


Dave and Wayne were like kids in a candy store.  I walked with the ladies and Bob down to the nearby grocery store to pick up some odds and ends and we made it back to Minney’s  just as Ernie was ready to take the boys and their purchases back to the dinghies. 

We had another great night on “Way She Goes” for a spaghetti feast, some dominoes (I won!!) and I also gave Bob a short music theory lesson for his new ukulele.  Dave and I are very due to invite Navigo and WSG onto Camanoe for some dinner and fun.  We promise we’ll get to it in Dana Point!!  We’re most likely heading out tomorrow…but Dave may need another run at Minney’s to return a couple of items that aren’t going to work on the boat. 

I think I’ve officially caught up the blog…now I just need to post those whale videos!  Hopefully Dana Point will have better WiFi that Newport.


Redondo Beach, CA – Kings Harbor

(Sept 28) We left Pt. Dume for Redondo Beach around 9am.  We sailed out of Paradise Cove and spent about an hour sailing in light winds before giving in and motoring for a bit.  The entire trip only took about five, five & 1/2 hours, so I don’t remember when we started sailing again, but eventually we were able to put the sails back out and close-reached, making about 4-5 kts.  Dave had us take the mainsail down as we came up to the marina but we kept the headsail up and we were able to sail all the way into King’s Harbor and up to the yacht club guest dock where we tied up.

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KHYC exterior (L) and the view of Camanoe in the Kings Harbor anchorage from the yacht club dock (R). Super short dinghy row!

Beautiful facilities at the KHYC.  We got to dock for free for the first night and then could anchor just outside the yacht club for free for the next few days while I headed home.  With free WiFi and a nice, calm anchorage, we were in heaven. 

I headed home for the next four days and Dave hung out on the boat working on the engine, watermaker, and various other projects that would require him to take apart the boat.  Perfect timing for me to go home!

I returned on Oct 2nd, the same day our Canadian friends on “Navigo” and “Way She Goes” came sailing into Redondo from their time at the Santa Barbara Islands.  So nice to catch up with them and share some dinners and stories and board games nights for the next couple of evenings.

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Navigo” and “Way She Goes” in Redondo Beach.  Can’t get rid of those Canucks! (Not that we’d want to) 🙂

At this point we don’t feel rushed to get down the coast anymore.  We don’t have to be in San Diego for another couple of weeks so we can take our time and explore different marinas.  We walked up to the Redondo Pier and spent a couple bucks on street tacos from a hole in the wall joint and enjoyed ourselves at the pier arcade where we skee-balled our way into winning a snazzy frisbee. haha.  

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We’ll post all the pics up on Flickr as soon as we have fast enough WiFi.