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Three days and nights after we passed under Deception Pass bridge headed west, then south, we’re anchored inside Coos Bay, in the sun, with no wind.

We thought about rounding Cape Blanco and anchoring in Port Orford, but a large storm somewhere else is bringing a big big big SW swell to the California coastline now through Tuesday.  We didn’t want to round Cape Mendocino under those conditions, and Coos Bay looked much nicer than the options south of Cape Blanco.

For a fun bit of imagining, find an underwater map of Cape Mendocino and imagine 15-20′ big ocean swells coming from Hawaii and add 15′ wind waves (close-packed) coming from the north.  Add 15-25-35 Kt. winds.    Too much fun for me.

The trip south has been remarkably calm.  We’ve motored the whole way, except for a bit of gratuitous sailing last night after dark when we had to kill time so we arrived at Coos Bay after dawn.  I doubt we’ve seen 10 knots of wind the whole trip, so far.

We’ve seen ocean sunfish and whales and porpoise and several ocean birds.  Wednesday night we had bats chasing the insects gathered around the stern light.  Thursday we had many, many shore birds on the boat, with as many as five at a time running around the cockpit looking for spiders and mites to eat.

These Ducks (Albatrossius noticus) are especially fun to run over at night.  They wake up as a group, take of with lots of noise, and their foot-spashing take-off run glows with phosphorescence.  Especially cool when you’re already a little freaked out.

This sparrow (Jack Scalliwaggonis) couldn’t make a safe landing and didn’t stay for long.  The ocean birds chased him into the water and, I suppose, ate him.

This little finch (Atticus Brightwaterino) may have cracked his head on the transom chasing the same bugs the bats were after.  He stayed on the boat all day,

…getting less and less scared but also less and less active.  Nancy said he sat on me for a while when I napped in the cockpit.  He finally died just before dusk and was buried at sea.

Here’s Nancy on watch, doing what we do on watch which is mostly trying to stay warm.  About two AM on her first night watch (while the bats were flying around the transom) a bird smacked into the boom above her head and fell onto the back of her neck.  She let me keep sleeping.  Rock solid.

Last night paid for the trip so far, though.  We had just enough wind to pretend to sail, the sky cleared and was full of stars, and some whales followed us for almost an hour.  We could hear them splash and blow and yell at each other.  Pretty cool.  Lots of shooting stars, too.  Some with sprinkles.

Thanks to Capt. Dean for the anchoring tip.  It seems like a good spot.