From San Francisco to Monterey (9/28/18-9/29-18)

For the first leg of our cruise to Mexico, we retraced a route we’d done once before: San Francisco to Monterey, overnight. The first time we did it was with our friend and sometime crew Wes. This time it was just me and Suzana. So we got less sleep, but handled it well and safely.

Leaving San Francisco, we motored out past Mile Rocks, turned left, and put up the sails. Almost immediately, a pod of dolphins joined us and swan alongside the boat for twenty minutes or so. It was as if they were telling us we were on the right course, don’t worry, be happy.

Later, the sun set behind the clouds for a beautiful sunset, another positive omen.

The sea was as calm as we’ve ever seen it, calmer than San Francisco Bay often is, so it was literally smooth sailing all the way to Monterey. Which made it easy to do our first cooking underway (salad and a cheese omelet)*.

We weren’t so lucky with the wind. Initially, there was plenty of it, but from the wrong direction (dead ahead). Later, there wasn’t enough of it from any direction. So we did a bunch of sailing early on, but didn’t actually make much progress toward Monterey, then took down the sails and switched on the engine (which worked flawlessly, by the way).

During the night, the moon rose, between the land and the cloud cover.

And in the morning, the sun also rose, welcoming us to Monterey — we actually arrived about 7:30AM.

We just had brunch at a local eatery, and are now going to catch up on sleep…

 

 

* – And speaking of firsts, we used our newly replaced, self-installed macerator. Those of you who know what a macerator is will appreciate this. Those who don’t know are probably happier that way.

Leaving Home (Start Here)

After two years of preparation, we were all set to take off on an around-the-world sailing adventure, starting with a cruise to Mexico. Except for a couple small things: the boat leaked, the engine didn’t work, the heater put out billows of smoke, there was no life raft, we’d done nothing to get our land-home ready for an extended absence, and the blog wasn’t ready.

Still, we were signed up for the Baja Ha-ha, which started in only five weeks time. We figured a safe minimum of three weeks to get to the starting point, San Diego, including time to enjoy the trip and see new places along the way, plus two weeks there for final provisioning/repairs. And that’s exactly how much time was left.

But even worse, we’d already had our farewell party, with dozens of well-wishers wishing us well. Postponing after that would be, well, embarrassing.

There’s nothing like a solid deadline to provide motivation. So in one week, we got the engine fixed (for the fourth time, but this time for sure, really, I mean really really), we bought a life raft and got it installed on deck, a full heater replacement arrived and was installed, and I found and sealed the leak around the hose coming out of the propane locker (the more minor leaks around a couple of the port lights could be handled en route).

The next week, we took the boat from its long-time home port of Marina Bay (Richmond, CA) to the San Francisco Marina, right by the Golden Gate, a perfect departure point. Just a couple more things to put away, a little tidying and packing at home, and we’d be set. We arrived on Sunday, planning to leave Monday or Tuesday. Which became Wednesday or Thursday. Which became Friday. Which was a hard date, since someone else was signed up for our guest slip starting Friday.

This blog entry is being posted just as we cast off, taking care of the last to-do item.

The next stop is Monterey. Check in in a couple days to see if we made it…