After spending an easeful Tuesday at anchor in San Simeon, we left at 8:30 am on Wednesday for Morro Bay. My dad was at the helm and Dominic worked the windlass as we departed under crisp and sunny skies.
Morro Bay is infamous for their heavy fog and dangerous breaking waves along the narrow entrance. We were grateful for unexciting conditions. We had a simple, uneventful cruise, and after four hours we passed Morro Rock, entered the harbor, and docked at the Morro Bay Yacht Club.
From there we had lunch in the sunshine of our cockpit and admired the eclectic surroundings: sand dunes and assortment of sailboats moored to starboard, Morro Rock and a series of smoke stacks of our stern, and a bevy of restaurants, fishing boats and a kayak school along the water front.
We spent the afternoon doing chores. Dominic loaded the propane tank into his backpack and we walked two miles across town to the nearest propane dealer (also the local source of U-Haul trucks and hummer limos). Dominic headed straight back to Helios to deposit the propane and give the boat a bath, while Dad and I did a little grocery shopping and scouted a dinner restaurant. We did a load of wash at the yacht club, and later found two rogue holiday socks trying to stow away in our laundry bag.
After a round of hot showers, Dad took us out for a night on the town, and we feasted on fresh oysters, white wine, scallops in beurre-blanc, and blackened rockfish.