Update August 25, 2014

We are just outside of Monterey Bay heading towards our planned next stop of Santa Barbara,  California   Earlier we fueled up with only 38 gallons of diesel.

  The current assist helped bring our fuel burn rate down by about a gallon per hour. 


Prior to fueling up and paying for our overnight end tie ($27) we each (except for one, possibly dropped at birth) got massages.   And prior to the massages we ate breakfast while overlooking the marina and the Western Flyer docked on an end tie.  Calamari steak, seafood burrito,  steak and eggs and free flowing coffee for this delivery crew celebration.  


A massive group of sea lions barked almost all night continously.   These guys are real partiers.     Thanks to our bartender Mark we each enjoyed a night toddy at about 2 a.m. after arriving from about 12 hours of steaming from Bodega bay.  The harbor master found us and we checked in.  The crew is happy, well feed and now extremely relaxed from our foot massages at a spa across from the Marriott.   This is the first time that I have had my belly rubbed as part of the massage treatment, it felt really good to have my belly mushed about and I almost felt like barking like a sea lion. 

   If we three were pregnant guys then I would possibly qualify as the one in the first trimester,  two others on board,  i give no names,  would be about ready to give birth with lots and lots of  belly to be rubbed.  

I wrote the following days ago but lost all wifi in a not so populated area of NorCal so could not post. 

I am the Captain and I am on the dog watch as we are close to rounding Point Arguello.
The area of land now known as Point Arguello was originally settled by native Americans.

In Paleo-indian times, a people of Mongolian heritage first settled along the Southern California coast in areas where oak trees were plentiful, from which characteristic they have been named “The Oak Tree (Grove) People”. They vanished some hundreds of years B.C.E., and after a period without archaeological evidence, a second semi—nomadic group arrived.

These “hunting people” gradually merged with a third group, the Chumash people, as they settled here.

On August 28, 1769, the Portola expedition camped near Point Arguello, where they found a small Chumash rancheria. This area had many excellent flints, and so they named it Los Pederales, The Flints. 

This name continued to be used for the point on Spanish maps until Mexican Independence in 1821. The American and non-Spanish European designation was Point Arguello, from the name given by George Vancouver in 1793, in honor of José Darío Argüello, then Commandant of the Presidio of Monterey.

So what is a dog watch you might ask?  Dog watch, in marine or naval terminology, is a watch at the most miserable time.    When we are underway we keep a two hour watch schedule usually started around 10 p,m.

Here is another thought as we continue down the coast.  

If I was in a sailboat i might just be worried about now if i was trying to sail down the coast. The wind not only shifted but has at times about died. We are about six miles from shore and any sailor would probably be 25 miles off shore.

Good for us and the sea state later on in the say but not for sailors. Being in this seastate would scare the shit out of most of you reading this.  Night time,  windy, white caps, 7 to 9 ft seas, boat pounding,  Autopilot correcting the course,  spray across the windshield,  radar on with a zone guard in place to alert us to boats ahead.  Guess what?  This is such a scary coast for most boaters that we have only seen three boats so far, from Portland, Oregon to Monterey, California.  

The best spot for me to really feel the weather is to sit on the port or starboard side of each door way, with the wind in my face, watching the “old guys rule flag” flying.  

I could tell one of my crew members was a bit scared,  nervous or whatever because when I came up from the v berth to sleep on the settee he was sort of like an ostrich just looking at the electronics,  not really sensing what the weather was really doing, from the comfort of a warn and toasty cabin. 

Worse weather of our 1000 mile trip – Portland to Los Angeles

Is it getting better or worse?  This part of our journey down was possibly the worse weather so far, occurring on Kens watch.  Night time, no moon, white caps all about, clearly visible as the LED lights illuminated towards the sea.

I intentionally leave the fly bridge white and blue led lights on, possibly making the Western Flyer appear like a fishing boat frrom a distance, all lit up. The only boat we have seen since leaving Crescent City. Maybe they know something we don’t but, I don’t think so. I saw the gale warnings on W underground weather but knew that they would die down by the time our 8 knot boat reached its next milestone.

So far we are spot on in finding a good weather window and going for it! 



About trawlercat

Retired and now moving on from the cruising life jeeps, adventure bike, gardening, and travel. Always in search of the next great adventure!
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