LOG: Islands, Sunday August 12th

6:30am haul anchor and head to the bluffs for an early surf. Yesterday was the dream day- uncrowded (for a well forecast swell) hot and really fun. Today the Conception is there with a bachelor party, who for the most part are thankfully too hung over to surf; and several other boaters. Waves continue with occasional head high sets and excellent shape.

11:30am motor out. Glassy clear water through the kelp. We have a session to ourselves; a boardshort session with the single fin and old school 80s wettie at the little left; everyone is paddling kayaks and snorkeling and swimming until the very last moment possible, loving the scene. Silliness galore, living the essence of “anything is possible in crazytown”

2:50pm after lunch drifting in calm smugglers cove, and cleaning kelp from the prop with a quick free dive, set sail across channel and have a perfect run straight to Santa Barbara. This is rare on the trimaran because from east end of Santa Cruz it’s a close haul and multi hulls don’t do so well with the wind on their nose.

But the conditions are perfect, wind a bit more west than usual, powered up 7-8 knots under genoa and main, absolutely ripping across the water.

Oil rig “benchmark”— we just make it around the left of it, and fly into SB harbor under sail, heave to and drop canvas and arrive by 7pm with sunlight to spare.










LOG: Islands, Saturday August 11th

5am departure SB. Shooting stars before dawn. Gorgeous! Clear night, not cold, no wind.

Motor at bearing 130 for San Pedro pt, Santa Cruz island, at 1700RPM, 6 knots. Radar and all systems operational.

6:15am sunrise glory.

7:30am cross container ship. Anxiety in the crew. Captain acknowledges miscalculation, looks like ship is slower than usual- maybe 15knots, reduced speed in channel for whale safety?

Extremely calm channel conditions. Not a cloud or waft of fog entire crossing. Lovely.

8:45am. San Pedro point.

10am. Arrive at south bluff. Chest to head high, glassy and hot. Visiblity 30ft at least. Far fewer people than expected. Everyone is nuts about how good the conditions are.

5:30pm. Leave for Yellowbanks, note kelp bed is smaller than normal, check other spots then anchor near Ross’ 36ft Catalina, Corsair.

Pasta dinner by Lucas — culinary extravaganza with Pinot noir and Shiraz and excessive silliness and monkey business, heightened by a pitch black night visit to Corsair, and a return with them to chill on the nets and watch the Perseus meteor shower. “oh!” “ah!” all night long…