Sunday, January 31, 2010
I know I've disappeared for a while, and I do have things I'd like to blog about but I guess blogging hasn't made its way to the top of my Things To Do list lately. But I wanted to say that blogging is a beautiful thing. It excites me to think that in 20 years, when I'm older and graying more, I can look back at this blog and see exactly what we were up to, complete with pictures and descriptions. It's better than flipping through an old photo album. Even when I'm dead and gone, my blog will live on. :)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Yesterday, I learned a new term from baybor Gary:
-a colloquial term referring to a short spate of good weather that "suckers" sailors into leaving port just in time for a storm to resume at full force.
As you might imagine, we're some pretty big suckers around here. Ben and I stayed at the hotel from Tuesday through Friday morning. We even brought Adam and Jasmine back with us on Thursday afternoon, after we stopped by to check out the status on the mooring field (and Mother Culture, in particular). For more than three days, we enjoyed heat, electricity and cable television while our other baybors rode out the succession of storms inside the comfort (?) of their boats. On Friday morning, we returned to the field, just in time to get soaked as we dinghied back to Mo-C.
Rain poured down for a couple hours before the bright, beautiful sun made her glowing appearance. I popped out of the boat to tend to the solar panels, which had been battened down for days. I didn't want to waste a minute of that glorious, free electricity. It felt like that scene in the Wizard of Oz, just after Dorothy's house lands on the Wicked Witch of the East, when all the little munchkins appear one by one to assess the damage. As I looked down the line of boats, I could see Adam on his deck, Justin on his deck, Paul rowing by, Ray motoring by with baby boxer Duke in the bow adorned in his life jacket. There was once again life on the mooring field. Was the storm finally over?
It appeared so. I woke Ben from his hibernation and snatched up Lola and we headed for land to enjoy the good weather. Enter Sucker hole #1 and at least two suckers.
Just as we were finishing up at the grocery store, the sky opened up and rain spewed all over our sunny world. Have you ever heard of a graupel? Neither did I, until yesterday. Apparently, this is a miniature version of that crap you call hail. This is the stuff we live in San Diego to avoid. We hurried back to the dock and rowed our soup bowl back to Mo-C, where we commenced to wait for Sucker hole #2.
The rain stopped again and Ben decided it would be a good time to go over to the dock to repair a recently purchased Livingston dinghy he intends to use as a fishing boat. Just as he hopped into his dinghy, the sky opened up again. He hopped back into Mother Culture, where he patiently awaited Sucker hole #3.
When Sucker hole #3 finally visited us, Ben rowed with Adam over to the dock and began to fiberglass his new (used) dinghy. Maybe this wasn't a Sucker hole after all. Perhaps the rain was finally over... for good. We'd been waiting five days for this. It must have been a good two hours or so that they were on the dock repairing the dinghy. I even brought Lola over for a walk and a visit. (That's when Gary came down the dock and turned me on to the term "Sucker hole".) Just as Lola and I returned to Mother Culture so I could sit down for the evening and work, I heard the drops. They started slowly at first... and then came down with a quickness. A while later, I heard a commotion out in the cockpit and then a sopping Ben dropped through the companionway feet first like Santa sliding down a chimney.
The remainder of the night was uneventful. Ben went to work and I went to bed. By the time I awoke and he went to sleep, the sun was shining again. I'm not sure if this is another sucker hole, but I'm certain I'm not going to be a sucker again. I think I'll stay inside 'til summer.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
We've been getting slammed with storm after storm here in San Diego, with more on the way. While the meteorologists and land residents focus on the rainfall, those of us living on boats are more concerned with the wind. Yesterday, we experienced wind gusts up to about 45 mph, which pale in comparison to the microburst we experienced on December 7, 2009. However, stormy seas make it difficult for me to work from the boat, and with school starting again on Monday, Ben and I came to the hotel so I could keep up with my workload. They are predicting even stronger winds tomorrow (I've heard reports of possible 60 to 70 mph gusts expected) and rain through Friday. The wind may even stick around through the weekend. Here is a quick video of yesterday's storm:
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This afternoon we flipped the boat around in preparation for some bad weather we're expecting this week. We're doubting we'll see winds like we did during the last storm but better safe than sorry. This is what wunderground is predicting:
Synopsis For Far Southern California Coast
Synopsis For Far Southern California Coast
A 1015 mb high was over eastern Utah...and a 976 mb low was 400 nm west of the central Oregon coast at 1 PM. A cold front will move in late tonight or early Monday morning with periods of heavy rain expected Monday afternoon through the evening hours. This will be the first of a series of strong fronts moving through the area for the rest of the week. Along with the storms will be very strong winds at times and an increasing west northwest long period swell. Gale force winds are possible late Wednesday through Thursday. There will also be the potential for thunderstorms and waterspouts. Hazardous seas developing on Monday will continue through the week.Small Craft Advisory in effect from Monday morning through late Wednesday night
Somewhere along Route 1
The anchorage at Avila
They don't have a dinghy dock here.
Instead they tie up to the pier and and have to
climb a ladder to get up and down. (eek!)
Cool sign at Avila
The Slough in Santa Barbara
Friday, January 15, 2010
neous road trip on Monday. We drove about 550 miles north to Novato, CA (north of San Francisco) and spent the night. On Tuesday morning, we met with a man about a horse (actually, we met with a man about some hard-to-find exhaust pipes for my dad's Benelli, which should be arriving in Connecticut any day now). Then we headed south to Sausalito to check out the marinas and moorings before heading down to San Francisco. There we spent the day checking out the sights. It was my first time in the city so I had to see all the usual attractions: Fisherman's Wharf, Crooked Street, China Town. We even took a crazy ride on the public transportation. The bus drivers in San Francisco are officially scarier than the ones in San Diego. We spent the night downtown, on Van Ness & Lombard, where we fell victim to some Black Magic Voodoo at the bar across from our hotel. On Wednesday morning, we headed over to Haight-Ashbury before cruising down the central coast on Route 1. Here are some pics of the sights we saw:
Fort beneath Golden Gate Bridge
Ship near Fisherman's Wharf
Sign on Garage Door on Crooked Street