We left at 5am for Oxnard and tied up at the guest dock of the PCYC where our friend Alison was there to meet us. Alison and her husband Allan had sailed their boat to Australia and had met my parents in the Baha HAHA. It was great to chat over a huge breakfast, Read More
This trip was much nicer as we could sail most of the way. With the goal of maintaining a minimum of 4 knots we didn’t have to turn on the engine until about 4 am. It was strange sailing that coast at night with the oil platforms lit up light floating castles. I find, Read More
SLO was a surprisingly sheltered anchorage with two piers. We dropped the hook by the XXX pier that leads to Aviva Beach, and hopped into the dinghy. Poor Kyber was just itching to get to shore. When we pulled up to the pier we saw the signs that it was closed for repairs so, Read More
Six pm and we are off. The swell is gentle and the wind is quiet. We will be motoring tonight. As we head off into a glorious sunset of crimson red and orange a large pod of dolphins whizz past us. A few alter course to say hello and others leapt out of the, Read More
Not so still. I guess it gets this name from the calm waters of the summer. We continued to have swell after swell. Fynn is now a pro at balancing with the rocking and timing her movements with the calm. Kyber is less than pleased. We tucked Asunto in behind Pescardo Rocks just as, Read More
There is no place to anchor in Monterey. Full stop. The protected bay behind the breakwater is so full of mooring balls it is hard to even navigate through the boats. The moorings have even begun to spill outside the breakwater. We considered anchoring out here, but it is directly open to the weather,, Read More
Oh right the rollers…. I would love to hear a foghorn all night if it would mean these rollers would stop. We are anchored to the west of the pier at Santa Cruz. What a neat spot. Just a few kilometers towards shore we can watch the surfers from the boat. But oh the, Read More
At this time I didn’t realize what a gem the anchorage is at Halfmoon Bay. Tucked into the calm waters behind the huge breakwater, we watch an amazing sunset just after dropping the hook. As darkness fell I cursed the incessant fog horn, wishing for quiet. It was reaching me through my sleep morphing, Read More
For the Northern Sailor heading south, San Francisco marks the first ‘made it’ point. Some choose to sail non-stop to the Golden Bridge while others ‘bar hop’ their way down the coast; either way this is the first real destination. So you made it, you’re here – Congrats! Now what? On Asunto we, Read More
As the choas of the last few weeks begins to calm, and Asunto looks less like it was smacked by a stuff tornado and more like an ocean going vessel, it hits me. We are leaving. Really going. Sailing away. I am a bit of a mess. Nervous, excited, perhaps in shock. Work is finished., Read More
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