May 2008

Boat People

by Dane May 9, 2008

One of the things I have always enjoyed most about being involved with boats is that they have a wonderful tendancy to bring people together from all walks of life, people who you wouldn’t expect to have become friends if they met under other circumstances. Boat people all have one common thread, which occupies inordinately large amounts of their free time, and the shared misfortune of owning a boat draws mariners together into what amounts to an extraordinarily widespread support group. For every first-time boat owner there is always a dockfull of available mentors, ready to share their hard-won expertise […]

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On the way to Morro Bay

by Dane May 7, 2008

I hung out in the anchorage at San Simeon for a week before the forecast turned sour – a predicted 11-18 foot seas off the coast a few days out, and I knew it was time to go before the anchorage became a washing machine. The morning wind hadn’t yet materialized when I raised anchor at 10am so I motored south for a bit before being able to raise sail around 11:30 or so. Rather strange considering the 20-30kt forecast for the day, but the wind gods ultimately delivered the promised breeze, and soon I was running under jib alone […]

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The Sand Simians

by Dane May 5, 2008

The Anchorage at San Simeon is protected by a forested finger of land that juts southward from the mainland, creating a region of calm water ½ mile across, largely unaffected by the predominant northwest swell. When I awoke my first morning there, the sun was bright and strong, and the anchorage still as a mirror. I had but one neighbor, a bearded neo-pirate character named Skip on a ~40 foot ketch. He’d come zooming up in his zodiac the afternoon before, to let me know I could anchor closer to him if I wanted, and to fill my ear with […]

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San Simeon or Bust!

by Dane May 5, 2008

It was one of those classic days from everyone’s childhood memories, warm and sunny, baby blue sky with a scattering of cotton balls as far as the eye could see. Except also with a dash of wind, to make it a true sailor’s delight of a day. The forecast had said it would be too light, but it was just right. As I inched my way up the mast in my climbing harness for a final check of the rigging, I chided myself for not having taken care of all these last minute tasks sooner. The boat wouldn’t be ready […]

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