You always seem to get the best wind when it’s “under-forecast”. Sailing the 85 miles down to San Simeon, we were supposed to have 10 knots in the morning but by 10:00 we were barreling along down wind in 25+ knots with just the jib rolled out. Pretty sweet although the 7′ waves were at about a 5 second period (very close together) and from the side while the wind was dead aft. More than a bit rolly, but we made good time.
This is an absolutely isolated part of the coast with the Santa Lucia mountain range coming right to the shoreline. No towns, bays or even indents. Not even any fishing boats were spotted. Beautiful, lonely stretch. Glad we were going south, wouldn’t relish heading north in these conditions.
We had left Monterey at 6:00 AM with Bill & Dennis on the Poulsbo based Endeavor 36 Fair Winds. Both boats hoping to get anchored in San Simeon before dark. It’s amazing how a little difference in boat speed adds up on these all day passages. We arrived at 6:30 PM which gave us time to launch the dinghy, put the motor and new wheels on and run Lucy ashore before dark (no, she didn’t use the mat today). Bill & Dennis rolled in several hours later in the dark–although it was no problem, they didn’t have to go ashore through the surf with a white fluffy dog.
Although it’s completely open to the south, San Simeon was an absolutely wonderful anchorage for us with the prevailing NW winds. Just a little ocean swell-generated roll which translated to about 1 foot surf on the beach. Just enough to make beach landing a bit of a challenge. The wheels worked well though, they flip down to a depth slightly deeper than the outboard prop so you can run the boat right up on the beach in concert with a wave, then deftly jump out and roll the whole thing up the beach before the wave sucks you back out. Only slightly harder than it sounds. Getting back out is a lot harder than coming in though. And we (Bob, Donna, Lucy & I) managed to all get wet and put about 6″ of water in the boat. But no body went swimming and the motor stayed dry. So…success? Well these were baby waves, can’t wait to see what kind of “success” we have with the real thing. At least the water will be warmer.
Bob was hot to meet Patty Hearst (aka Tanya). He maybe thought that when we came ashore here she’d be there waiting–wearing a head band, ak-47 and bandoliers. Although he asked everyone we met, no luck, just funny looks. We didn’t make it up to the Castle, that’s probably where she was. Right?