We’ve timed our arrivals perfectly, at each marina arriving at sunset. thus far we’ve prudently avoided all after-dark arrivals into strange ports.
John and I, along with Arctic Tern III, have settled into an integrtated sailing machine. Most things work and there are of course a few problems – most noticably the failure of the autopilot. Therefore I have been at the helm cor countuntless hours. I’ve done all the navigation, all harbor entracnce, and all dockings. funtioning at zero defects is always a challenge, however thus far I have the satisfaction of succeeding. Not a scratch and not a grounding and not a course error.
We’re relaxing in Newport Beach, the penultimate chic town – where every woman is a fashion statement. lWomen wear the mandatory Gucci purse and men drive Corvette convertibles and wear the mandatory ball cap. Here you either drive a Lexus,, Volvo or tricked out golf cart! Here toddlers in strollers arrive at Starbucks playing with their smart phones.
We are two days from our San Diego destination.It’s becoming real that we will actyually realize our goal of participating in the Baja Ha Ha. HA!