{"id":6729,"date":"2019-10-03T05:15:43","date_gmt":"2019-10-03T05:15:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/?p=6729"},"modified":"2019-10-03T05:15:43","modified_gmt":"2019-10-03T05:15:43","slug":"from-oregon-to-california-september-11th-20th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/?p=6729","title":{"rendered":"From Oregon to California: September 11th \u2013 20th"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Wednesday 11th<\/sup> September.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we made our way towards Newport through the night, in the fog and the darkness, a strange thing happened. Not long after I had taken over the midnight watch, I went up to do the usual checks and immediately noticed that the moon was in a different place \u2013 on our starboard side instead of port as it had been 10 minutes previously. It was so unnerving that I called out to Paul and he sleepily mumbled that we must have changed course. It turned out that the autohelm had crashed and turned us 180 degrees and I hadn\u2019t even felt the movement. \u00a0It hadn\u2019t happened before but once we had got it back on course, I kept a more vigilant eye on it. Taking over from Paul at 4am I asked if it had crashed on his watch and it hadn\u2019t. An hour in, while I stood on the steps looking ahead, I actually felt and then saw the wheel turn us to starboard again. At least I knew what to do this time, but why on my watch! Paul thinks I must have some magnetic device on, or emanating from, me.\u00a0 The highlight of both my watches occurred at around 7am just as the sun was beginning to come up. On the horizon to port I could see what looked like several plumes of steam emerging from the water. Then I saw the unmistakeable huge black shape of a whale\u2019s tail slap down on the surface. They were too far away to see properly, or get a picture but there were at least seven of them to gaze at for five minutes or so before they disappeared out of view. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The side to side strong swell continued for the whole passage but it was a lot milder than the previous overnighter. We had another bar to cross at the entrance to Newport and Paul remarked – somewhat casually I thought – that we would be crossing it at the most dangerous part of the day, which confirmed my suspicion that he enjoys pitting his wits against perilous challenges in a \u2018gung-ho\u2019 manner. It was a bit like riding the \u2018Colorado Boat\u2019 rapids at adventure theme parks \u2013 lots of white turbulent water and huge breaking waves on the rocky breakwaters either side of us but after the strong swells we\u2019d experienced most of the way it didn\u2019t seem too bad and didn\u2019t last long. The worst part was navigating our way around a massive government dredger at the narrow river entrance. It was moving very slowly in all directions as it sucked up the mud in the shallows so it was tricky to predict its direction and the wall of the breakwater was very close by so our movement was a bit limited.\u00a0 For the first time, I took the helm to motor us underneath a bridge. The Yaquina Bay Bridge forms part of US Highway 101 and the Newport Marina and RV Park is situated just below it. It always looks as if the mast is far too big to clear the bridges we\u2019ve sailed under \u2013 an optical illusion that you never quite get blas\u00e9 about. We fuelled up at the fuel dock and berthed opposite it about 4pm. \u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Arrival at Newport, Yaquina Bridge in the background<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Checking in at the office, we asked the guy what he would recommend to us as \u2018must sees\u2019 in Newport. He seemed surprised by the question and muttered something about two lighthouses, appeared to think about it for a moment and then remarked \u2018but everyone\u2019s seen lighthouses haven\u2019t they\u2019 \u2013 he couldn\u2019t think of anything else worth visiting. This was surprising to us because Newport had been praised as a great and pretty resort by other cruisers we\u2019d chatted with. That evening we decided to look it up on the internet and had an amusing hour watching online tourist board clips about the delights of Newport. Listening to the gushing promotional commentaries about what there is to see and do, it did indeed seem that the two lighthouses, a beach, promenade and seafood restaurants were its top attractions. They hedged their bets by ending all the clips with words like \u2018yet there\u2019s so much more\u2019 without ever stating exactly what the \u2018so much more\u2019 was. The picture below might go some way to explaining why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The park provides a courtesy bus for guests and drops them\noff at various locations in the town so we headed over to the office in the\nmorning for the 10 50 departure. The driver and his handful of passengers\nengaged in lively interactions as they boarded and continued conversations\nwhile driving along. Obviously they all needed to raise their voices\nconsidering distance apart and the noise of the engine. For instance, an\ninnocent enquiry about a specific location sparked off a discussion about how\nuseless that town\u2019s predictions and precautions about earthquakes were. The\nhalf dozen people on board (not us, naturally) all joined in, along with the\ndriver, voicing their own opinions on the subject (basically it seems we\u2019re all\ndoomed if an earthquake occurs because the experts know nothing about it).\nNext, the poor sea lions came up for debate. One man was keen to tell us what a\nnuisance they were with their noise and their fighting and the crowds they\nattract. He scoffed at the fact they were protected from harassment because it\nwould be great entertainment to just fling rocks onto their pontoons.\nThankfully, the other passengers didn\u2019t see fit to encourage him. We got off at\nthe Bay Front district which at first glance resembled the typical main street\nof Western films, in that the buildings were wooden, low and a bit ramshackle.\nHere though, as we strolled along it, we passed a \u2018Ripley\u2019s Believe It Or Not\u2019\nand a Waxworks Museum, plus the usual bars, seafood restaurants, gift shops and\nart and craft galleries. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ready to check out Newport<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Main street, Newport<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The unmistakeable sound of sea lions drew us to their\nhangout. This area has been allocated to them and they are protected from the\ntype of harassment our friend on the bus described, by laws with hefty fines for\nanyone who breaks them. Just by being allowed to live in their natural\nenvironment with the minimum of human intervention (and this only to help\nthem), they provide brilliant and free entertainment for the people who come to\nwatch them. Their \u2018barking\u2019 didn\u2019t bother me in the least, and we\u2019ve heard it a\nlot this month. I could have watched them for hours \u2013 huge, intelligent,\nplayful and fascinating creatures. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The ‘cage’ is open and used for those who need a bit of time out, or for when any of them need treatment.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Obligatory seaside ice cream \ud83d\ude42 <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

When I managed to tear myself away from them we walked\nuphill to the \u2018Art Deco\u2019 district which loosely fits its description with a few\nshops and buildings bearing the architectural style of the 20s and 30s, but to\nbe fair, the mission to preserve and develop the culture of Art Deco is fairly\nrecent so it\u2019s a work in progress. Nye Beach, however, did live up to the\npraise it was given in the video clips. Coming into view in the early afternoon\nsunshine, it presented us with a glorious view of a long, sandy and beautiful\nstretch of beach which reminded me of rugged Cornish coastlines in the UK. It\nwas largely empty too, as the pictures show. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Inner Newport<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Both in need of refreshment now, we opted to return to the\nBayfront area, preferring the seaside vibe there and also so that Paul could\ntest out the claim that \u2018Mo\u2019s\u2019 restaurant chain produce the best seafood chowder.\nDiscovering that the beer-battered salmon and chips came with a free bowl of chowder\nmade it an easy choice for him. It was nice enough, he said but he\u2019d had (and\nmade) better. Unsurprisingly there were no vegan options in this famous seafood\nchain but I enjoyed my bowl of fries and ketchup nevertheless. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mo’s Restaurant<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Paul ‘catching’ a fish before we left Newport<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Next day was Friday 13th,<\/sup> but despite the date\nand the added superstition about sailing on a Friday \u2013 across a perilous bar to\nboot \u2013 off we set at 8 45pm for another night passage with fog making\nvisibility poor. The waves crashing on the breakwaters as we prepared to exit\nthe safety of the harbour were again an alarming sight but by the time we hit\nthe safe water area the fog had cleared and we were able to let the autohelm\ntake over. Soon, the side to side rolling began again and by evening it was too\nunstable to cook anything so dinner was pre-cooked veggie sausages heated on\nthe hob to have in sandwiches. The full harvest moon lit up surroundings for my\n8 \u2013 midnight watch. By this time the wind had allowed us to put the sails up so\nthe engine was off and I had a peaceful and uneventful four hours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was my 59th birthday when Paul woke me for the 4am stint.\nI noticed that the engine was back on and the moon was still creating a\ncomforting silver path across the surface of the sea. Not a bad beginning to a\nbirthday. The heating was on and I watched the sunrise on a much calmer sea\nwhile drinking my morning coffee. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sunrise, 14th September<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Love the place names!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We were bound for a place called Crescent City, our first stop in the state of California, and we got there at 5 30, where we were greeted with the sight of several huge pelicans both on the water and in the air.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Moored in Crescent City with pelicans – note the dirty pontoon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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We never did discover what this was all about <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The berth wasn\u2019t ideal \u2013 the pontoon was covered with broken shells and bird droppings, it was smelly and there was a super yacht with a noisy generator running directly in front of us. After a night at sea, though it was just nice to be able to relax a bit, and it was a warm, sunny evening. We walked over to chat to Mike and Sue who we had met in Newport. They had been to Crescent City before and recommended a couple of restaurants to us. We went for a walk along the waterfront first, for a chance to check out what the place had to offer, especially since we might be stuck here a while if the weather turned rough. In truth, it doesn\u2019t have a great deal to offer. The city was virtually destroyed by four tsunamis in 1964, while more recent damage came from the tsunami caused by the 2011 Japanese earthquake when the harbour took the brunt of it. \u00a0The waterfront was pleasant though as we strolled along looking at the menus of its restaurants, before finally settling on the first one we\u2019d looked at. It was a \u2018diner style\u2019 establishment and the food was great, so all in all I had a good birthday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Crescent City from the waterfront<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Birthday drink in Crescent City<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We only had to spend one full day in Crescent City as it happened. It rained pretty much all that day and soaked us both through on the walk back from a shopping trip, but the forecast was thankfully wrong about three whole days of rain. When we woke up on Monday 16th<\/sup> September it was bright and sunny and though rain might fall later, Paul deemed it safe to move on. Out of the harbour by 8am, the swell caused the usual side to side rolling and Paul put the mainsail up to balance us. He said we\u2019d soon be heading into warmer weather. The rain began not long after that. It was heavy enough to force us both down below to rely on the AIS and radar. Nothing was around but the radar kept sounding an alarm caused by the heavy rain so Paul turned it off. By 1 o’clock it was dry and bright again. The next alarm came from the coastguard who put a warning out on the radio to warn mariners to watch out for a giant water spout! I couldn\u2019t help picturing us on the boat swirling around like a toy boat on top of that spout. Thankfully we saw no sight of it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Leaving Crescent City, early morning<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Tuesday 17th<\/sup> September saw us arrive at Fort Bragg after a placid and uneventful (even the VHF had stayed quiet) overnight passage. We approached the inevitable bar at lunchtime and I had to ask if this<\/em> one was perilous. Paul was a bit non-committal but I heard him call the coastguard to check if any warnings were in force for it. All the buoys we passed on the way in were full of sea lions \u2013 they don\u2019t seem to mind the loud clanging bells or fog horn noises that these buoys emit at regular intervals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Vegetable soup for dinner at sea<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The weather was finally more like you would expect in California \u2013 sunny, warm and blue skies. After crossing what I would describe as a \u2018lively\u2019 bar, we found ourselves on a narrow river. I took the helm while Paul affixed fenders and mooring lines. As the only boat manoeuvring along the river, the people sitting alongside its bars and cafes naturally stared at us and I was a little put off by a couple of guys asking if I was the Sister Midnight of the boat. It\u2019s not easy to interact with people too far away to hear clearly while trying to keep an eye on the depth and the way ahead. It got trickier when we tried to locate our berth. The piles didn\u2019t have letters or numbers on them so pinpointing B5 was a challenge, especially when the only person around we could ask turned out to be deaf. We entered three berths before finding the correct one. Each one was a tight fit so expert and precise manoeuvring was needed to get in and back out again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The river at Fort Bragg<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Searching for our berth, Fort Bragg<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Fort Bragg didn\u2019t get much of a write up in my Lonely Planet guide. They describe it as nearby Mendocino\u2019s \u2018ugly stepsister\u2019 and declare the southern end of town as \u2018hideous\u2019, while downtown is \u2018scrappy\u2019. I found it quite charming in a \u2018working environment\u2019 way\u2026and<\/em> it has resident sea lions! We heard their barking and went for a closer look at a group of them lying on the opposite pontoon. They are curious about humans and very intelligent which is why they are so easy to train (balancing balls on their noses at some attractions for instance). This gang looked at us but I got the feeling it would be sensible to keep a respectable distance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was Paul\u2019s birthday the following day. Originally we had\nhoped to be in San Francisco for both our birthdays so we decided to have a\njoint celebration meal once we got there. To get diesel meant launching the\ndinghy and taking empty containers to a fuel dock further down the river. Paul\nreturned from doing this and suggested I join him for a trip on the river as it\nhad turned out to be pretty. It was very scenic and tranquil as the pictures\nbelow show. I loved the seal that seemed to be disguising itself as a log –\nsuccessfully too judging by the seagulls we saw perched on it!    <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This creepy image appears on the way to the fuel dock<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A seal and a log \ud83d\ude42<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The sea lions continued to provide great entertainment and I hadn\u2019t even been too bothered by their noise in the night. During the afternoon, however, we were both shocked to hear an extremely loud explosion from one of the pontoons opposite our berth. It turned out to be a firework and obviously all the sea lions that had been basking on it disappeared into the water. They came back a couple of hours later and we heard no more during our time there so I didn\u2019t have to call the number to report harassment as I was ready to do if there had been any more. They love lying side by side on the pontoons, and create quite a sight when they do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Lots of sea lions on a narrow pontoon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We left Fort Bragg on the 19th<\/sup> after Paul had carried out comprehensive checks on the weather and sea states. It had been uncertain whether we would go but he concluded that if we hadn\u2019t left by 2 o\u2019clock we might be stuck for days. The worst we could expect was a bit of bounciness. I took the helm again for the return journey on the narrow river. It was high tide so no danger of going aground at least. Out in the bay waves were crashing onto the breakwaters, sending up towers of white spray and the sea looked distinctly choppy. Above us, a helicopter was circling the area after a pan pan pan call had been put out about two kayakers who\u2019d been reported missing. Paul was pretty certain he\u2019d seen them enter the harbour as we left it and he called to say so. We could only hope it was indeed them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We hit the swell immediately after crossing the bar and I\nhad an anxious 30 minutes or so while Paul struggled to put the spinnaker pole\nup while the boat was lurching from side to side. We didn\u2019t need it after all\nthat because the wind died down and on went the engine for the duration of the\npassage to Drakes Bay \u2013 the last stop before San Francisco. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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