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Yesterday, I ran about 65 miles from Santa Cruz Island back to Catalina. I am currently anchored in Cat Harbor. The passage started at 04:15 well before first light. I was sailing through the Anacapa passage at sunrise on a light SE morning breeze. This island, which means Mirage in Chumash (indian) language has always captivated me. After sunrise the winds faltered and I was soon motor sailing at about 4.5 knots. After several hours and 35 miles or so had passed, the winds and seas came up. Soon I was running downwind in 15 knots gusting to 20 with seas 4 to 6 feet. I was glad to be heading downwind! The boat was a joy. Autopilot was handling the conditions just fine. Speeds were up near 6 knots. Once in a while the boat would take a big roll to leeward as a whitecap burst against the stern quarter. But she always rolled back.
I spent a fair amount of time down below reading. 15 minutes below, 15 minutes on deck. My 6th sense told me to come on deck to see us pass within 100 feet of the NOAA weather buoy 46025.
I would trim, contemplate a reef, and watch the thunderheads building to the east. I can't forget how one of these knocked the stuffing out of me in the "Crew of Two" around Catalina. But I could see them dissapating when they got over the ocean. The boat loved a good fast broad reach in these conditions. I was filled with "reaching towards the south seas on the trades" fantasys, especially after spending the last 4 days at sea and sailing 200 miles in 4 days.
After a 13.5 hour passage we were safely anchored. I quickly went ashore for a burger and ice cream and dropped off to the first deep sleep in a week. About 4 AM I was startled from a deep dream about swimming up the freeway during a flood with a loud bang! I thought we were aground or up against the neighbor trimaran. Nothing could be seen. I returned to bed. The noises continued. Then I saw a 18 inch fish flopping in the kayak. I got dressed (it was cold as hell) and pulled the kayak on deck, and managed to get him back in the water alive.
Today has been mostly a breakfast ashore, shower, sleep, and reading in bed. Not sure if I'll go home tomorrow (Sunday) or wait till Monday. Better wind is forecast tomorrow and it is blowing like stink right now! I really needed this day of rest and to stay out of the sun. Reading the book about the true life of Tristan Jones, Wayward Sailor. A ffascinating, and well written tale.
Nice write-up Jim, sounds like you're having a good time. I've read about sailors rigging nets fore and aft along the center of the boat to catch flying fish at night. You can get up in the morning an find your breakfast on-deck and nearly ready to cook. :)
Yeah, us Scandahoovians would have pickled that fish right on the spot. Great story and even better that you are doing it in a small boat. 50 miles a day is pretty darn good solo with stops! I'm thinking that you have possibly broken the record for most miles cruised in a C25 in one trip. I thought I had it at about 215 miles...
Sten
DPO Zephyr - '82 C25, FK, SR SV Lysistrata - C&C 39 - Newport, RI - In the Anchorage 24/7
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