Leaving San Diego, making for Ensenada. Dunno how soon we’ll have internet.
The Eastern Pacific Tropical kerfuffel I mentioned recently failed to materialize, so the weather is clear to transit the Baja pacific coast. Also, the Santa Ana event currently bedazzling southern Cali is leaving San Diego Bay alone, so we didn’t need to stay up all Thursday night.
While I am sympathetic to those on the East Coast that are about to be pummelled by hurricane Sandy, I’d like to point out that there are at least two nice houses for sale on Camano Island. Camano Island is very rarely leveled by hurricanes.
So we leave for Ensenada soon. Probably Monday morning before daybreak.
…and never complement a place you’re still at, or say things are “good” or “fine.”
A little wind in the anchorage last night. Boats dragging anchor, boats hitting other boats, plenty of police boats, searchlights, woo-hoo and yee-hah.
We finally dragged too close to shore and up-anchored at about 1:00 am, then motored around San Diego harbor until 3:30, then re-anchored in the middle of a no-anchoring zone for some sleep.
We’re re-anchored back in our almost-the-same spot. One boat was hauled away, most boats moved 50-100′.
We got our wind speed indicator working last week, but it’s not calibrated, so we probably can’t trust the over 60 knots (pegged) indicated. 30-40 knot gusts, probably.
So here we sit in San Diego, America’s Finest City (just ask them).
First impression? Certainly top three, we think. It’s nice here. It’s warm, it’s doesn’t seem to have the wackyness of LA or the Bay, the water is pretty clean, the businesses are busyish, and the city is clean and seems vibrant.
We’re in the free anchorage, and while it’s crowded and busy and next to the airport and the USCG base and right across from the Naval Air Center, it’s still almost rural. It’s private and out of the traffic pattern. Seattle, for instance, has nothing like this that I know of.
The place(s) that we’re headed towards just got named-stormed, but Paul is breaking down and didn’t seem to do much damage.
And today we got the watermaker working. Nine gallons per hour off the solar panels alone. Sweet. It won’t be as good in the full salinity of the open ocean, but we’re encouraged none-the-less.
We got a VIP tour of the San Salvador build (http://www.sdmaritime.org/san-salvador-build/) from James Thayer, the famous blacksmith that I’ve known since 1969 or something. He invented telecommunications, too. I’m less clear on that. But you should see his dragon bottle openers. Dude.
Behold the Pelican. His beak can hold more than his belly can.
Lots of big dolphin in the bay and in the anchorages, too. Big. Not Orca big, but way bigger than Dahl’s porpoise. And big, too. Big. Like horse big.
So we’re good. Really pretty good. So far.
Sit Fido! Sit! Good doggie. Here’s a cookie! Down Fido! Good puppy. Here’s a cookie.
So what’s this group of free young spirits doing?
Let’s have a closer look:
Sweet! Good Flipper. Here’s a cookie.
I have no idea what they’re using for commands, or for a cookie for that matter, but they’ve been by two evenings in a row. We’ve also see a woman working a female sea lion on a beach in front of some houses, and a team working a sea lion around the pilings of a over-water restaurant.
They are odd-looking soldiers. But they must be DoD.
I doubt this job pays anything. There must be 100,000 dog trainers that would do this job for free.