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We are in Morro Bay, California! We got in yesterday midday, and tied up at the Morro Bay Yacht Club’s guest dock, after an uneventful 23 hour passage down from Monterey. Ok, we motored the whole way, letting the autopilot drive (wondering how long it will take to wear it out…). But a lovely trip, basically driving down Highway 1 through Big Sur, except 5 to ten miles to the west of the road. Most of it was at night – Birgit and I doing four hours on, four hours off, with bright stars, and a very bright moon that rose over the mountains to the left of us about 2:00am. There was not much wind and a big swell running – 10 to 12 feet, with a small craft advisory for hazardous seas.
It made it exciting coming into Morro Bay, with what seemed like mountains of water in front of us and coming up from behind, but no real problem getting in. A funny thing was that as we approached the “jaws” – the breakwaters on either side of the entrance to the bay – the outer buoy was moaning loudly, a wave-driven sound generator creating a fog-horn-like noise. Four sea lions were lounging on the bottom float of the buoy, and they were howling in tune with the fog signal, like dogs singing to a fire siren. It was a sound we have never heard sea lions make before, and after Pier 39 and Monterey, we are very familiar with the sounds (and smells) made by sea lions.
It’s sunny here, and our friend Joel Walker is in town. This morning early, a sea otter floated by, not ten feet from the boat, eating mussels off its chest. It should be a pleasant stay, waking up every morning to the sound of surf piling in not far from where the boat lies at a quiet, protected dock. Next stop will be the Channel Islands Marina in Oxnard, but since we have more time to kill, we’ll spend at least four or five days here.