{"id":7070,"date":"2019-11-11T22:29:03","date_gmt":"2019-11-11T22:29:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/?p=7070"},"modified":"2019-11-11T22:36:15","modified_gmt":"2019-11-11T22:36:15","slug":"southern-california-it-never-rains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/?p=7070","title":{"rendered":"Southern California (it never rains)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

So the song by Albert Hammond goes. Well it hasn\u2019t – rained that is. I actually can\u2019t remember the last time it rained. The song does go on to say that it pours; \u2018man it pours\u2019. However, since we will be leaving this part of America in a few days\u2019 time I think it\u2019s safe to assume we\u2019ll see no rain. The days have been delightfully clear, bright and sunny, with chilly mornings and evenings but bearably hot during the day. I think I\u2019ve discovered my ideal climate here. We can now congratulate ourselves on completing a voyage down the whole of the west coast of America. Mexico beckons shortly, but we made the most of our Southern Californian sojourn. It began with a little bit of drama during the night of October 16th.  We\u2019d left Morro Bay that morning with an early fog that cleared after a couple of hours. No engine, the sails were up and moving us along at a good 5 knots of speed so it began peaceful and economical, if a little bit rolly. We\u2019d bought ready-made burritos for dinner in case conditions were bumpy. I\u2019d never had one before, not being a fan of Mexican food and the burrito didn’t really convert me. Furthermore, it burned the roof of Paul\u2019s mouth after being in the oven for an hour as directed. It made me laugh when he remarked that nothing vegan should need that long to cook. Maybe they\u2019ll be better in Mexico\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Leaving Morro Bay<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The autohelm had been repeatedly steering us off course and had clearly developed a fault, but the wind vane had been doing a great job all afternoon. The wind began to drop while I was on the first night watch and without the wind it<\/em> struggled to keep the course. Paul\u2019s watch, therefore, had to begin earlier than it should because I had to call him to sort it out. I was dubious about going below to sleep considering that the autohelm was having a problem steering. I figured we might need to take turns hand steering on shorter watches for the duration of the trip. Paul said we\u2019d see how things went and without expecting to, I did fall asleep. It was a fitful sleep – the combination of the bouncy motion and the noise of the engine filtered through my dreams so that I felt I was being thrown around in a tumble drier. I woke to hear the wind blowing hard and rattling the sails and sheets around up above but I couldn\u2019t see or hear Paul. I lay there trying not to panic and was just about to go up when he appeared in the cockpit, calling my name and telling me he needed me on deck. I knew it must be urgent but had no idea what was happening. The boat was listing to starboard at a sharp angle so I struggled to keep my balance getting my outdoor gear on. Paul was battling with the headsail sheets and I could feel that we were speeding along too fast. I couldn\u2019t stop myself asking if we were in danger which didn\u2019t go down too well, but I was <\/em>half asleep and he did<\/em> look anxious. I asked what I needed to do and received the answer that I could either sort out the furling line on the bow or take the helm to steer us away from an oil rig! I stepped into the cockpit, and a wave hit me side on as I stood to look ahead (that woke me up). I was confronted with the surreal sight of a huge and extremely brightly-lit oil rig seemingly a few feet away from us. It was like something from a science fiction film – think giant robot – and I had to take the wheel while struggling not to fall onto the starboard guard rails which were almost in the water from the angle we were at. The noise of the whistling wind and the flapping sails was frightening but not as scary as the oil rig getting ever closer. While Paul was on the bow I lost sight of him and had to keep screaming out for him to let me know he was still there. After what seemed like ages he returned and managed to get reefs in the main sail while I steered but I soon became disorientated by the oil rig\u2019s bright lights and the sharp listing and before I could correct it the course had gone awry which culminated in the boom shooting over to the other side – a crash jibe!  This minor disaster necessitated more steering and instructions shouted above the noise of the wind before things finally settled down. We still had the faulty autohelm to deal with, but Paul effected a temporary repair and the rest of the journey passed relatively smoothly. There were no other vessels around and no more oil rigs. The gale abated and I was never as pleased to see the sun rise that morning \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Despite the alarming events of the night, I agreed to steer us across the choppy bar at the entrance to Oxnard Marina, but it was such a small one we were across it and in calm waters before I even had a chance to worry. The day was sunny, clear and calm and the marina, complete with resident sea lions was a welcome sight: it was hard to believe we\u2019d experienced such rough conditions the previous night. It\u2019s a huge marina so the passage to our berth took us along a long stretch of water with pontoons on either side of us. I was amused to see a group of sea lions basking on the stern platform of a posh super yacht (the \u2018For Sale\u2019 sign it sported didn\u2019t specify that it came complete with sea lions).   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Part of Oxnard Marina<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sea Lions again!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Waterside houses just across the road from the marina<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Once berthed, we left further exploration until we\u2019d caught up on sleep. There was also a fair bit of sorting out and a few faulty things to fix, so apart from our customary provisioning trip it wasn\u2019t until Saturday 19th<\/sup> October that we set out on a full day of sightseeing. The sight I particularly wanted to see was Spahn Ranch in Chatsworth, about an hour\u2019s drive from Oxnard. No longer a ranch (it burned down in the 1970) it used to be a movie set where Westerns such as Bonanza were filmed in the 50s and 60s. The site is notorious for being where the Manson family lived for two years from 1967-69. Given this, it\u2019s hardly surprising that it isn\u2019t advertised or indeed signposted. It took a combination of research and (my) existing knowledge to locate it on a map. Paul had hired a car for a few days so our trip began once the location had been programmed in to the satnav. We drove off later that morning with the air conditioning on, sun visors down and the car radio tuned in to\u2026I would have loved to say a station playing suitable music for a road trip in the LA vicinity but unfortunately the ones we found didn\u2019t really meet that description – too many irritating adverts.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Paul visited a ‘boat jumble sale’ before we set off on our trip<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Despite our careful planning, it proved very difficult to\nfind Spahn Ranch, even with the aid of other crime boffins online who had\nvisited the spot and uploaded pictures and videos to YouTube. Looking at the\nlandscape surrounding us, it was easy to see why it was ideal for Western\nproductions. Rolling hills and valleys in a remote spot with creeks, caves\nrugged terrain and lush wooded areas \u2013 it also provided the ideal out of the way\nplace for Manson\u2019s hippie commune. The almost blind owner was unaware of their\nmore malign intentions and activities. Eventually we parked the car in the car\npark of a church as near as we could possibly be sure that the ranch had been\nsituated, and followed a path through the woods across the road. Paul studied\npictures and videos on his phone of a group\u2019s previous visit and we actually\nmatched some of the images with those we were seeing. We found foundation\nstones and other clues that we were in the right area and spent an hour\nexploring and taking pictures, seeing no one else the entire time we were there.\nIt felt a bit eerie to be in such an empty and abandoned spot which had once\nbeen full of action with people and horses and old wooden buildings. Now it is\nmore like a woodland trail in the countryside but not unpleasant for that. As\nwe left the site and emerged onto the road a man in a car parked there stopped\nus and asked if we knew the way to Spahn Ranch as he and his daughter were\nhaving trouble finding it. His daughter, who looked about 15 was the one who\nwas keen to find it and listened intently as I described what we\u2019d seen. It\nseems the fascination with Manson is ongoing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Spahn Ranch site<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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‘Western’ territory<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A house ready for trick or treating<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The next day\u2019s road trip was to a place associated with the more positive aspects of the hippie era. Venice Beach is where Jim Morrison of The Doors used to hang out, along with several other notable musicians, poets and performers. It had been the centre for The Beat generation from the 50s and has gained a reputation as a place for the creative and artistic, which naturally includes delightful eccentrics. I had actually been there in 1983 but at that time, to my shame, I was unaware of its cultural relevance to so many of the things that I came to admire and revere later in life. To get there we drove some of the way along the Pacific Coast Highway which overlooks the Pacific Ocean from great heights with stunning views. We also went through the scenic beauty of Malibu with its affluent neighbourhoods, magnificent houses and picturesque boulevards, a mere stone\u2019s throw away from golden beaches. Again, it was a perfect day weather-wise to see all these things; sunny, clear, and warm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We headed straight for the famous boardwalk, arriving there around 2pm when it was thronging with people. I found it captivating from the outset. There was so much going on and so much to look at it was hard to know what to do first. Stalls, shacks and shops lined either side of the boardwalk \u2013 the beach side was interspersed with street artists and performers and vendors selling handmade crafts and jewellery, while the park hosted skaters, dancers and skateboarders. The air was filled with the aromas of traditional culinary beach fare along with a wide variety of fast food to satisfy every taste. There was an almost celebratory atmosphere all along the two mile boardwalk and in the park. Upbeat music drew us to an area where some roller skaters were performing so we sat on the grass and watched them for an hour but I could easily have stayed there all the rest of the day. The music was great and there were some spectacular dance moves from some of the characters. Paul took some video footage of them which he edited for a great piece that captures just how entertaining it was (link is included in his blog). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Paul buying a unique piece of art, Venice Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Venice has other delights to marvel at which I had missed on\nmy last visit. We walked to the inland part of town and found ourselves in the\ncanal district. Pretty little bridges spanned the waterways and almost all of\nthe elegant houses in the streets alongside the water were tastefully decorated\nfor Halloween. We took lots of pictures as we meandered through this Venice – named\nfor the more famous Italian city but which has totally different charms to\nadmire. We stayed long enough to enjoy the sunset, which as can be seen below\nwas pretty amazing.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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One of the many zany houses near Venice Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Ventura is only a short drive from Oxnard so while we had\nthe car I couldn\u2019t resist suggesting we go for a drive on \u2018Ventura Highway\u2019.\nThis is the title of a song I used to play a lot in the 70s by the band\nAmerica, who also had a hit with \u2018Horse with No Name\u2019. The beach at Ventura is\na much more sedate and understated affair than Venice. Fewer people and miles\nof quiet, largely empty sandy beaches. \nWe saw a few strollers and some children enjoying the late afternoon sun.\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ventura Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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From Oxnard we motored to Redondo. The journey took most of the day (23rd<\/sup> October). There was no chance of sailing  on this windless day and we hadn\u2019t gone very far before a police boat motored up to us to advise us to change course as we were heading for a region used as a firing range. We didn\u2019t need telling twice! We were joined by dolphins leaping either side of the bow for part of the journey which Paul managed to capture on film (again, on his blog). Around 5pm we could see the breakwater where the mooring buoys were located and once again the unmistakeable sound of sea lions honking reached our ears and made me smile. The mooring buoy we grabbed was different to those we usually tied to. These had poles with ropes attached so the pole had to be hooked first in order to tie the ropes to the boat. I steered us to it and Paul made quick work of securing us \u2013 close enough to the sea lions\u2019 pontoon to smell their fishy aroma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Leaving Oxnard<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Mooring buoys and poles, with the sea lion pontoon – view from the boat, Redondo Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Pelicans and Seagulls perched on the breakwater<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

As we make our way further south we are nearing the Tropic\nof Cancer and it\u2019s definitely feeling warmer in general; well the butter is\ngetting too soft to keep out of the fridge anyway. Considering such\nMediterranean-like warmth it was a case of another day, another beach on\nThursday 24th<\/sup>. Redondo Beach didn\u2019t get much of a write up in my\nLonely Planet guide. It\u2019s described as an ethnically diverse, working class\nbeach town notable for its pier before going on to recommend its two wonderful\nadjacent \u2018sister\u2019 South Bay beaches. We liked Redondo Beach. The dinghy park is\nnear the \u2018notable\u2019 pier and the wharf was a typical fisherman\u2019s wharf with\nfishing boats and people working on them, except that the surrounding boardwalk\nwas lined with cafes and bars that appeared to be aimed at locals as opposed to\ntourists. The pubs had character \u2013 one we passed was full of men who could only\nbe workers and fishermen. Similarly, the beach itself was lined with\nresidential buildings on its promenade with the main hub of bars and\nrestaurants in a spot near the town centre. I guess this is what the guide\nmeant by a \u2018working class beach town\u2019 but for us this was a positive factor. We\nhad lunch in one of the town bars overlooking the beach before our usual supermarket\ntrip. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Another Halloween-ready house<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Lunch with a view<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Redondo Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Redondo Pier took on an enchanting aspect once it began to\nget dark. There are over 50 dining, shopping and entertainment venues on it and\nthe subtle, pretty lighting and vibe emanating from them act like a magnet. We\ndinghied over to watch the sunset and have an evening walk along it. (Pics\nbelow).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Dockside, Redondo<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Redondo Pier<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Our next stop proved to be something of a disappointment. Santa Catalina is an island approximately 30 miles southwest of California and is only 22 miles long and 8 miles across at its greatest width. It\u2019s a nature reserve and a popular getaway for Los Angeles residents and is purported to have great hikes, cycle routes and wildlife. The journey there had been one of the smoothest and trouble-free yet, despite some concern about the Santa Ana wind hampering our progress. In fact, there was no wind at all so we motored for the six hour passage and picked up a mooring buoy at 2 o\u2019clock on Friday 25th<\/sup>. No sea lions here. In fact there wasn\u2019t much of anything! Looking at it from our buoy, positioned on the remote west end of the island at Two Harbors, I could see a tiny cluster of buildings in the middle of the isthmus, and parched low hills on either side of it. There were no signs of life on the boats moored around us and we were directly opposite some lorries and trucks in a small industrial quarrying site. Two Harbours is admittedly the \u2018second\u2019 centre of population with only a few hundred people, while Avalon, the main town is the more \u2018happening\u2019 resort with a larger population. We planned to check that out the following day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Departing Redondo<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Two Harbours, Santa Catalina<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile we got in the dinghy for the short distance to the\nshore and had a look around. With very few cars on the island, it was very\nquiet ashore. We walked along the path to the centre of the isthmus, passing\nclosed up and empty buildings and the usual signs forbidding you to do lots of\nthings. First, Paul went to check us in at the tiny harbour office and came out\nvisibly shocked at the coast of an overnight stay on the mooring. At $60 it was\nmore than some marinas, and we were told we\u2019d need to \u2018check out\u2019 of the buoy\narea by 9am. Walking around didn\u2019t take long. We looked at a house that had\nbeen used for a film starring Joan Crawford in 1932 (pictured below), and read\nabout the bison that inhabit the island. Fourteen of the creatures were brought\nover for the filming of an American Western in 1924 and had remained there\nafterwards. Apparently the scenes with the bison never made it into the film\nand it was deemed too costly to transport them back. There are about 150 on the\nisland now but we didn\u2019t see any. We didn\u2019t see any other animals either. A\nsign told us there are island foxes, Californian ground squirrels (ah, so that\u2019s\nwhat the squirrels are here), and four types of mice. We might also spot a\nSouthern Pacific Rattlesnake; I\u2019m pleased to say we didn\u2019t see that! Apart from\nsome resort facilities, a few late-in-the-season holidaymakers and a small\nshop, we didn\u2019t see much else and I felt the place lacked atmosphere. We went\nback to the boat, hoping that Avalon would be better.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Holiday Resort, Two Harbours<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The next day was spent a few feet away from the mooring buoys in the free anchorage area. Paul explored the shorelines in the kayak while I had a relaxing day on board. The VHF kept broadcasting alarming \u2018pan pan\u2019 updates about people getting into trouble at sea. There were reports of boats drifting uncontrollable towards rocks, life jackets seen floating in the water and yachts that had gone aground and been abandoned. I found myself captivated by the updates and thankful that no one died. Part of those dramas had been down to the infamous Santa Ana wind, which Paul had been keeping up to date with on the weather forecasts. His feeling was that it would be fine for us to move around the corner to Avalon the following day since it was only a short distance and we could always return to the anchorage if conditions got rough. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Sunday 27th<\/sup> that was exactly what we did. We woke to a chilly and blustery morning and heard warnings for small craft thinking of journeying in the area. The advice was not to go anywhere. Paul said it would be fine as we would be within the shelter of the island for the short distance so we weighed anchor late in the morning and motored out onto waves heavy with swell and 18 knots of wind. I couldn\u2019t help thinking of the yachts who had got into difficulties the previous day. Not long after we\u2019d set off Paul said we would have to go back. The coastguard had broadcast a report stressing the dangers for vessels heading to Avalon due to the severity of the Santa Ana wind. Since it was cold, rocky and very windy, with yet more vessels calling in with distress calls to the coastguard I wasn\u2019t sorry to return to the sanctuary of the anchorage. Unfortunately this meant we had missed our chance to see Avalon because we had a berth booked at a marina at Oceanside near San Diego (Santa Ana wind allowing).     <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So the song by Albert Hammond goes. Well it hasn\u2019t – rained that is. I actually can\u2019t remember the last time it rained. The song does go on to say that it pours; \u2018man it pours\u2019. However, since we will be leaving this part of America in a few days\u2019 time I think it\u2019s safe … Continue reading “Southern California (it never rains)”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7070","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7070","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7070"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7142,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7070\/revisions\/7142"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}