As I described in probably painstaking detail in my previous post, we entered Fort Bragg in the dark.  While it difficult to pick out details at times, it went fine and didn’t seem all that bad once we were inside.

Today I finally got a chance to walk across the bridge without pouring rain and look down on the entrance, and realized maybe we had just a bit of luck on our side.  I don’t usually go to the wrong side of navigation mark, but on occasion in local waters I’ve slid on the wrong side of one because I know I can get away with it.  I’ve now seen a mark that steering to the wrong side of would most likely be the end of your boat.  I suppose this is a bit of the local knowledge that the guide book was referencing.

Keep this red mark to starboard - no exceptions!

The tricky thing about keeping this mark to the correct side of the boat is how close the other mark is, you really are threading a needle running this bar, and even once you are inside it is quite narrow heading down to the marina.  Our boat is moored a couple hundred feet from the right edge of the second picture.

A narrow entrance


The channel to the marina after the entrance bar.

There isn’t a lot more to report, this has been a fairly uneventful stop over.  We’ve met some more cruisers but a lack of proximity has conspired against spending a lot of time together.  We did run into the crew of Deep Playa while walking by a Starbucks, I still marvel at how small world this cruising community can be.  The near constant rain literally has dampened my enthusiasm for boat projects, so we’ve kind of been holed

Minion demands his turn picking a movie

up on the boat reading and testing our inverter and battery bank by watching movies.  While at some point I know I had two of the adapters required for the shore power to boat power at this dock, I think I may have rid myself of both of them, one at a time both times thinking I had two so it would be fine to shed the extra.  Even though the solar is amazingly keeping up even with the rain and clouds, I broke out a simple extension cord today to at least power some of the 110 volt devices on the boat, primarily the TV and laptops.  We haven’t quite let go of our electronics addiction just yet.  I suspect running out of internet service will probably push us strongly in that direction.

One more day of either relaxing, or tackling some projects and we should be back on the open water on Friday with the weather forecast still looking favorable.  We can’t wait to sail downwind, and are tentativly planning a 48 hour run to Monteray, with a stop in Half Moon Bay if we need a break before we reach our planned destination.


I don’t want to Bragg

Our second attempt to round Cape Mendocino has proved successful, although still not without some rough seas.  Since rounding in the day had not gone so well, we left Eureka at 9:30 pm Saturday, again motored the 3 miles to the bar (entrance to the ocean, not the local watering hole) and once more again headed to sea.  We settled into the familiar roll of the ocean, pushing south under power, our now typical mode of transportation.  Our goal was Bodega Bay, about 170 miles from Eureka, and our timing should put us there Monday morning in the daylight after about 35 hours of travel.  We had visited the NOAA office, and called them one last time as we were leaving, the person I spoke with  confirmed the weather window and told us we should see stars, “It looks beautiful out there.”

He was right, as we started heading south the clouds opened up and the stars filled the sky.  I had spotted Orion’s belt through the clouds, and the next time I glanced up the constellation of Orion filled the sky.  The stars proved useful for steering as well, giving me a reference point for direction that had been missing in the foggy or cloudy conditions we usually find ourselves traveling in.  As we approached the cape, the winds started to pipe up again, and the feeling of  “not again” crept into both our heads.  I took the helm as Jenn went below to sleep, after a brief watch change chat where we agreed not to turn back just yet.  By the time Jenn woke up, we had rounded the cape and the winds were subsiding.  While we didn’t get the light winds and flat seas NOAA predicted, we were able to continue forward, but our average speed was not what we had targeted.  I did manage to bring the speed well over our goal by motorsailing for a bit, but the wind direction was causing us to slowly head further off shore than we wanted to be for this leg.

Dolphins to starboard!

As I came up from my two hour nap a bit after daylight, Jenn informed me we were being escorted by about six to eight dolphins, that would come near the boat, veer away, then return.  They were not in sight when I came up, but returned shortly after and spent another hour or so coming as close as a couple feet to the boat, jumping out of the waves and causing us much delight.  While not as impressive as the huge school we saw from a distance early in our trip, it was delightful to see them mere feet away from us.

After more consultation, we decided to stop at Fort Bragg, 97 miles from Eureka but well short of Bodega Bay.  We plotted a course for the entrance (ok, the GPS plotted it) and started heading for yet another bar crossing.  I took time away from the helm to study the entrance, and we checked the tides.  We were going to arrive just a bit early so we slowed up just a bit so we would hit the entrance around slack tide, turning into a flood.  We called the Coast Guard for a bar report, and after being questioned about our position, vessel description and number of people on board, received a favorable report.  Now the only issue remaining was the the guide books recommendation to not enter this harbor at night, or during rough weather if you hadn’t done it before or didn’t have local knowledge.  The weather was calm, there was reasonable visibility, and  our chart plotter and radar have been spot on telling us where we are and what is around us.  Plus we got the big spot light out in case we needed to light something up near the boat.

We spotted the entrance buoy lights a few miles away, and crept towards them.  Distance on the water at night can be difficult to judge, and once you see a light you don’t expect another hour to reach it, but that can be the case.  Finally we were close enough to turn towards the entrance.  The Fort Bragg entrance starts as a bay with reasonable width at the coast line, and narrows to a channel I’m guessing is 60 feet wide between two rock walls.  It seemed simple enough, there are plenty of lit navigation marks, but picking them out with lights of the town in the background causing us to both think we were heading towards a wall that didn’t exist at one point proved a bit tricky.  Finally we were in the narrow entrance channel, heading towards a fixed bridge we had to cross under.  “How tall is that bridge?” Jenn questioned.  “80 feet according to the guide book” I replied.  “Are you sure?” she asked.  “I’m sure the guide book said 80 feet.”  My mast is 54 feet tall, and it was low tide so there shouldn’t be any issue, and while it appeared it would be close, it really wasn’t as we slipped under the bridge.

Two more red marks in short succession to our right, and we were in the harbor.  Or creek, as someone who emailed me referred to it.  Our boat continued up the waterway, probably 75 feet wide with pilings rising out of each side to support docks with fish processing buildings, fishing boats occasionally tied to the pilings.  Although only about 10:30 pm at night, we saw no signs of life.  It was a bit eerie, gliding through civilization but not seeing any movement.  As Jenn was preparing the boat to tie up to a dock, she suddenly informed me she had dropped a fender.  I glanced back and saw one of the new fenders, which we have already somehow lost two of, floating behind us.  Despite the narrow channel, we spun around, retrieved the wayward fender, and turned back up the creek.

We finally arrived at the marina, and as I peered to my left trying to determine if this was the proper spot to enter it I made the mistake of not being fully aware of my surroundings.  Determining that this probably was the entrance, and luckily having started to drift to starboard to turn in, I looked back up and saw the wall of the marina breakwater a couple feet from my bow.  I can’t use darkness as an excuse since there was a charted large red light on top of the wall.  I swore in a way Jenn isn’t used to hearing, and went hard to starboard, and watched in slow motion as the boat slid past the wall, passing less than a foot from the port side of the boat.  Sighing with relief of learning a lesson without actually damaging anything, I tucked away a note in my head to pay more attention to both sides of the boat in the future.

Good thing I have a swing keel

We eased between the two docks with the transient label in the guide book, not seeing much in the way of available slips.  As we reached the end of the waterway and I begin to turn around, I noticed an empty slip behind us, and managed to get the stern of boat close enough for Jenn to jump to the dock with a line (backing some sailboats up, including this one, is a bit of an art, and I’m not yet much of an artist).  I joined her with the stern line and we began pulling the boat back into the slip.  After some strenuous pulling on my part, I realized the boat wasn’t moving.  I hopped back on board, and looked at the depth sounder.  Four feet.  I grabbed a winch handle, and ground the keel up.  The boat was then able to continue back into the slip.  Thank goodness for the swing keel!  We were at the bottom of a minus tide, so we should be okay for the rest of our stay.

So here we are, waiting for weather for the next leg.  If we get a short window, we’ll head for Bodega Bay, if the forecast is right and we start getting some wind at our backs in a few days, we may try to make up some ground and sail for Half Moon Bay.  We spent a lazy day of grey rainy weather that would make Seattle jealous recovering from our trip by laying in bed reading, and met up with some other cruisers for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant.  Today is back to some projects, exploring a bit, and maybe some provisioning.  The life of a cruiser is just non stop!

Things I’ve learned

I’m only halfway to San Diego, but I’ve already learned a few things.  I  thought I would share a few of them for others considering the cruising lifestyle.

Marine wildlife such as dolphins, whales, and especially mermaids, know when you go below to get your camera, and hide.  Until you go below to put your camera away.  And no, they are not easily fooled.  Jenn thinks unicorns know to, but until we see one riding a dolphin over a rainbow, we won’t know for sure.

The wind knows where you are going, and will blow straight from that location in a successful attempt to make your journey as difficult as possible.  It will shift if you change destinations.

The weather forecast never improves after you start a journey.  It does, however, deteriorate.

When sailors with more experience behind you and not yet into the conditions you are in turn around, they might be onto something.

A forecast of 10-20 knot winds means 20 knot winds.  Maybe even a little more.

When trying to figure out a marina entrance to one side of the boat, don’t forget to look at what is on the other side of the boat.  Especially in the dark.

A weather forecast is a FORECAST.  Your actual reality may, no scratch that, will vary.

Other cruisers really are that nice.  Even some of the fishermen.

Favorable winds, flat seas, no fog, no rain – pick any one.  If you are lucky.

Being able to spin the boat 360 degrees with forward and reverse may be my only boat handling trick, but it is a remarkably useful one trick.

Glancing down at the GPS, then looking back up in heavy seas is a great way to find out just how much a face full of salt water spray stings.

Mom’s homemade pasta sauce, cookies and made from scratch brownies will get you through the worst.  Until they run out.  We are down to brownies, and they are being rationed.

There are lots of wonderful places to explore in port.  You just have to walk a few miles and across a bridge with no sidewalks, or make it to the quaint town 10 miles up the road.

This still beats going to work everyday, and I enjoyed my last job!

Mendocino, Round Two

This post is half to test to see if I have WordPress and Facebook back in sync, and half to attempt to be more proactive about posting our plans rather than what we have done.  So, we are off to bed at 5:00 pm for about four hours of sleep, than up to catch the tide out of Eureka at 10:00 pm, and yet another bar crossing.  Driving out should be easy, we now have three tracks on the GPS in and out of Eureka.

Once out, there should be a weather window till Monday, when we plan to arrive at Bodega Bay where we will probably have to hole up for a couple days.  The good news is the long term forecast includes northerlies on Thursday, which could bring us some downwind sailing towards our destination.  The other positive news about this jump is it will put almost a third of our remaining miles behind us, leaving just over 400 miles to San Diego.  It should be take about 36 hours, but it will feel great to finally be over the halfway point and finally start to feel like we are really making progress.

The Spot should be back on around 10:00 pm for all of you insomniacs!