August 2016


August 14th at 8:30AM we left a foggy Port Townsend, WA; our destination was San Francisco. Our captain joined us the night before (Captain Paul Hubble, whom I highly recommend). The departure ceremony was brief. Libations and a prayer were given to Neptune and the spirits of the four winds before cutting the ceremonial dock line and we were off.

Calm, still water soon turned into 4-6 foot seas coming straight at our bows. We spent the entire length of the Strait of Juan de Fuca bashing into the waves and wind. Ben did not fare well. He became quite friendly with a bucket and his cabin. Our ride smoothed out significantly once we turned south. I took the midnight to 3AM watch. Upon waking we were surfing down waves.

Unfortunately, Ben continued to feel ill on day two.

The morning of day 3 we reach Newport, OR where we stopped for two days. We were able to talk the Embarcadero Resort Marina into giving us an end tie. Rover was extremely grateful to be back on solid ground.

Our reason for stopping was twofold. One, Ben needed to get on solid ground and reset his system a little. Two, the engines weren’t charging the batteries and the generator stopped working. We pulled into Newport with 14% left on the batteries. We ended up staying there for two nights to wait out a storm south of Coos Bay.

While we were stopped I took the opportunity to get a refill on motion sickness patches. At this point I discovered the limitations of being in a spread-out, small town with only my feet for transportation. (Uber has spoiled me)

Newport is a nice little town with some nice little shops and a lot of loudly barking sea lions. One can only walk the same stretch of road so many times before you start to get a little stir-crazy. By the end of day two, I was ready to get back on the water.

The rest of the journey was fairly uneventful. There was not enough wind to fill the sails and there was a lot of fog. We were graced with the moon above us. Three days of motoring and a refueling stop in Crescent City and we were passing under the Golden Gate Bridge.

We plan on spending a few weeks in San Francisco to rest, restock and visit some friends.

Another big thank you to Captain Paul Hubble!


Ryan is fond of telling people about emergency responders’ “Trigger Fluids”.  He has a firefighter friend whose trigger fluid is feces. When he encounters someone who has shat themselves, he has to excuse himself and leave the work to people who have different trigger fluids.

Last Thursday, Caroline made a delicious dinner that involved baked mac & cheese and bacon. Afterward, I took it upon myself to do the dishes and dropped a chef’s knife on my ankle causing a trickle of blood to run into my shoe. It was the knife that was cutting the bacon so I was a little freaked out by that. Turns out Caroline’s trigger fluid is blood. If the knife would have landed just 1/16″ or 1/8″ to the right, it would have punctured a large vein so we at least have that.

During the passage through the Strait Juan de Fuca I discovered something about myself. I get horribly seasick. I spent two days alternately barfing or sleeping. Ryan’s trigger fluid is vomit.

Don’t catch a dropped knife with your ankle

Caroline roasted a chicken and made mashed potatoes while we bashed through 3-6 foot waves. We now know why there is a lock on the oven door (no chickens escaped during the bashing through the waves)

Caroline takes over at midnight. She is sleeping now. The dog, not normally allowed in the bed is pretty much glued to Caroline and won’t be moved. (Period!)

I take over at 3a. I’m going down for a nap now.

Captain takes over at 6a.

Ben is sleeping HARD. He doesn’t get a watch until he feels better.

After we turn left (South) we should stop bashing through these waves and the ride should smooth out. Ben should be less sick.