The Log of Indiscipline III
05/27/03 Memorial Day Cruise
|We were up at 5 AM Sunday for an early departure. We motored
all morning in a thick haze, heavy overcast, 2-4 seas on the nose and a
slight headwind. Heading into the weather (light as it was) I had the
Honda 8 HP at about 1/2 to 3/4 throttle and making 5.6 knots. I had the
main up all day and got the genoa up for about an hour. We arrived at
Whites Landing after a 6 hour, 34 mile passage around noon. The place was
packed, and we found an anchorage in over 50 feet of water. We got the
anchor down and holding, however, and just as we were backing down ran out
of gas. I was a little surprised to have used 6 gallons.
My wife took the little dogs to the beach in the kayak, got swamped and returned wet, covered with sand and rather unhappy. But the dogs did their business. A rather large swell was running into the anchorage (2+ feet). The Catalina 25 loves to rock and roll in those conditions!
During the day the wind clocked around and finally started to blow from the west. I was a little concerned about the anchor (I had about 200 feet of line and chain out and I knew the depth was greater than 50') but everything held fine. Because of many boats around I could not put more scope out. All night long we rolled, pitched, bumped and banged. Karen had to take the dogs to the beach at midnight and at 3 AM. She said it was easy to find our boat - we were the anchor light that was rolling the most (we were the smallest boat by far in the area).
Monday dawned bright and sunny. It was hot and bright all day. Our solar panels had the batteries fully re-charged by noon. We went hiking up the canyon (even though it is a Girl Scout camp, private property with many no trespassing signs) and encountered numerous birds and 3 buffalo. We spent the afternoon playing on the beach. Our dinghy, 3.5 HP outboard, and kayak all worked great. It was challenging landing them in the large waves hitting the beach. All the wet and sand eventually ended up in our cockpit. The place was now deserted so we moved to a mooring right off the beach. We enjoyed fishing in the evening when the whole bay was jumping with sardines. On the mooring we didn't roll as much but the boat yawed severely all night long. At least the dogs did not have to go at 3 AM this time.
Tuesday morning we were up at 7 AM and ready to depart by 8. We had the boom tent down and stowed, pop-top down, cover put away, dinghy deflated, dissembled and stowed, kayak stowed, main sail up, breakfast, coffee and ready to go in an hour. It was foggy, lightly misting, and the seas were as flat as a highway. There was not even a whisper of wind. The Honda 8 HP at 1/4 throttle moved us at 6.2 knots with not even a ripple on the water. I had the main up all day for stability. The sea, sky were all the same shade of grey and we existed inside a bubble about 1/2 mile radius. It looked like a very boring 6 hour passage. The wife and kids played games all day on the queen-sized bed in the salon and I found every place possible to sit in the cockpit and keep watch. The tiller pilot and the Honda did all the work.
On the way back 20 miles from all land, we ran into an area of sea that
was teaming with life. We encountered several schools of dolphins, flocks
of "working" birds, and many groups of sunfish (mola mola) on
the surface. Then I saw a large fin. I called all hands on deck. I thought
it was a killer whale (unusual in our waters). Then, I saw a large
shark-like tail. At that point I thought it was a floating log. We sailed
up to it, cut the motor, and took a close look.
We didn't really like White's Landing and next time will go to the Isthmus where there is a dinghy dock, everything is not private property or yacht club only, and there are shops and things to do.
|Basking Shark observed 23 nautical miles from Dana Point|
|He was about 30 feet long and followed the boat for a while|
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