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.
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.
Beginning of the third day, storm clouds began to form. We could see on our radar that we were heading straight into them and they stretched beyond the horizon. We radioed s.v. Georgia and consulted on the best plan of action. As there was no anchorage for shelter nearby, we agreed to forge ahead.
Honestly, if I’d understood the nature of the brain-tickling test for Covid-19, I might have hesitated before agreeing to having it done. But the four of us had agreed that as incipient Tranquilo crew, where we would live in close quarters for about two weeks, we should do what we could to protect each other’s health. That doesn’t mean we didn’t bring a lot of potato chips.