Just Another Day
Woke up: Ripper’s Cove, Santa Catalina Island, California
Went to sleep: Ripper’s Cove, Santa Catalina Island, California
“Susan!” I am awakened from a deep sleep to Peter calling out my name. “You’ll have to get the coffee. I hooked something huge!” Peter is fishing off the back of Penelope. He has a very large fish on the line and I need to pour the coffee. Oh, bother.
Thirty minutes later, after reeling in and releasing a 20 pound Skate, Peter joins me on the settee. “Well, I got my early morning wrestling match in.” he says, “That’ll teach me not to rig up live bait.”
Later in the morning we pack our “go to shore”* bag and dinghy to the beach about 500 yards from where we are anchored. We are getting better at getting the dinghy onto the shore without getting ourselves and everything we own drenched in sand and salt water.
Santa Catalina Island offers deep clear blue water, white sandy beaches, and a selection of mild, moderate, steep and steeper hills to climb, all carved out with an endless parade of deer trails. We hike uphill for a while, stopping occasionally to catch our breath and admire the view. About 26 miles due north you can see the hustle and bustle of downtown Long Beach, California. From our vantage point we are alone on this island with little Penelope waiting patiently on her anchor for us to return from our hike.
After lunch, I wash two loads of white clothes in the Wonder Wash, Peter transforms the Lazy Jacks into clothes lines and I hang the clothes to dry. Then we get back into the dinghy and go to town. Just west of the protruding land mass, which creates our intimate cove, lies Two Harbors. A friendly little town with numerous mooring balls for rent, potable water that tastes nasty and $7.50 per gallon gasoline. Did I mention a six pack of beer costs $12.00? We stay for about $26.00, or 30 minutes, and leave.
While motoring through the 30-40 boats tied up to the mooring balls, we spot a 49-foot Beneteau flying the 2014 BaHa Ha Ha burgee. There is a couple sitting in the cockpit. We motor alongside of them to say hello. Dana and Keith are from Oakland, CA. Like us and 165 other sail boats, they are slowly making their way to San Diego. Like us, they have crew flying in to join them in San Diego for the annual sail boat rally to Cabo San Lucas.
Before dusk we say so long and point the dinghy toward Ripper’s Cove for barbequed pork chops, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli and a movie.
*Our “go to shore” bag is a sturdy, waterproof, duffle bag with a heavy duty zipper and an overlapping flap, secured with Velcro, designed to keep things dry in the event of an unexpected dousing.