When we finally convinced Bob that Patty H wasn’t going to show at San Simeon, we weighed anchor for Morro Bay, just 21 miles south. We heard it was cool but it has turned out to be one of our favorite stops. The bay is behind a long spit of land with endless sand dunes. Inside it’s absolutely calm although being at the neck of a huge estuary, the currents run fierce. We tied up at the Morro Bay Yacht Club run by a friendly bunch of volunteers. Reminds us of PMYC a bit. The club house is about 4 times the size and has a bar which we visited for the Friday social. Most of the members keep their boats on moorings. The town is about the size of Poulsbo and centered right on the waterfront which put us in the heart of the action. We could stay here for a month and not get bored.
The huge rock at the harbor entrance is a 581 ft volcanic plug that landed here after an eruption a few years ago (22 million). A pretty dominate feature of the town. This place is also supposed to be fog central but it was hot and sunny for us.