Water temps from the San Clemente pier indicate a warming trend. Most people the capt talks to are wishing for an "indian summer". Oops! Maybe I should have said native American summer. Whatever, enjoy the water and all it has to offer.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
|El Jeffe, the Boss, Megan, the Admiral and Megan's long time friend Lauren|
|El Jeffe made sure the boat was well stocked with the Capt's favorite|
|A very mellow afternoon on the water|
|El Patio was our dining choice for the evening|
|Doheny was flat and crowded so we hit 204 in SC|
|Friday morning, surf; Friday afternoon, sail; Saturday morning, surf; Saturday night, party. Does it get any better?|
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
|Early Dana Point departure|
|Making way to Little Gibraltar for the evening|
|Now you know why it's called Little Gibraltar. Did a night dive here.|
|Sea cave east of the Isthmus|
|Italian Gardens, excellent anchorage and snorkeling.|
|JR at the helm on the way home|
A quick four day trip included dropping the hook in four different places, a night dive, visiting with the Riley family and spending a windy night on an Isthmus mooring. The snorkeling was excellent; we swam with the lobsters, leopard and shovel nose sharks, moray eels, bat rays and on the way back to Dana Point, saw a blue whale. Wow, what'a ride!
|Tasha and the boys were the first ashore.|
|Kevin liked JR"s flip camera.|
|This was Garrett's position most of the time aboard the boat.|
|The Riley Crew and the Capt|
|One pooped crewman.|
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monarch Beach is about three miles west of Dana Point Harbor. Recently, after a 10 mile hike the day before in Crystal Cove State Park, we decided to drop the hook somewhere along the coast and jell-out for the afternoon. It was a day much enjoyed and appreciated.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The Admiral and the capt had a very niespodziany day as the winds clocked up to 21 knots. We tacked up the coast and turned around off Tony's Beach. What a great day on the water. Every day is different. Let's go sailing!
Our mooring, R-16, in Emerald Bay behind Indian Rock
Sailor Jerry was on fire the first night in Button Shell
The capt at Emerald
The Sailor slaying them again on the west end
Sailor Jerry joined his brother for two nights at Button Shell Cove and two in Emerald Bay. The fishin' was great, the water was chilly, but the time together was priceless.