It's not that we don't like Brookings. I mean, we have a sturdy dock to tie to, shorepower, water, and even WI FI. And we've met some incredibly nice people here too. But warm waters are calling. Sometimes I even think I hear Maxine grumbling. Oh. I guess we haven't told you abour her yet. We'll work on that. And I'll try to get a pic for you, but she's been acting rather shy lately.
Anyway, yesterday, based on a forecast of poor but improving, we set out for Eureka, CA. This straightforward 80 mile trip should have been a simple overnight leg with stickman steering the boat for us. Instead, after 1 1/2 hours with conditions certainly getting worse, we turned back and are again tied up at the dock in Brookings Harbor for what looks like another week. We're waiting for a hole or window in the seemingly never ending parade of systems that are marching across the Pacific.
I'm confident that one day we'll be able to write you about exotic people and places, private warm water anchorages, magnificent sunsets, and all manner of experiences with sea life. But right now, as long as we're stuck here, it's about whether I can watch Monday night football tonight.
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