It is 4:30 am and we are ghosting along the Mexican coast headed south.
And so we began leg one as depicted on the map below. All sails were raised and we had the best day of sailing with 15 – 20 kt winds, flat seas and a sunny sky, as we sailed to McGlathery Island, marked (1), where we anchored and spent our first night at sea.
It was dark as we entered San Diego Harbor but we knew the way having been to the Police Dock several times. The San Diego fireworks started as we approached our slip and we had a fantastic view of the show.
I go to Fry’s every May to find out what I’ve forgotten to bring so I’ll be better prepared for the rest of the summer. Steve Carlson and Boris Alves… Keep Reading
Above deck there was horizontal rain, uncharted waters towards shore, and supposed massive swell further out to sea. We hove-to, from one tack to the other, staying between these two boundaries while keeping Kayak Island 60 miles downwind.
While gathered in the saloon one evening playing a board game our son leaned over to me and asked me “Do you smell something like urine?”. I did and I dreaded something bad but didn’t want to immediately face the consequences of finding a leak in our toilet system that would likely come with a major interruption in what up-to-now had been a stress-free and fun get-together.
Lisa, keeping watch from the captain’s chair, spotted a whale off the bow about 200 yards.
We left the following morning for Catalina and had a lovely, warm motor-sail since the wind was in the 4 kt range and the seas were small for most of the trip.
As we approached the shipping lanes, visibility was only a few miles; we could see the west-bound ships, but the east bound ones could only be seen on AIS. Unfortunately, this was literally true as, after more than 20 years of operation, our radar went kaput. Oh well, it’s only another couple of boat bucks…
Saturday morning began with intentions to relax or exercise when the Destiny discovered that the diesel would not start.