As the sun came up the next morning we were just passing Santa Barbara and crossed the international shipping lane on our continuing southbound voyage. We dodged the tanker ships making their way north and were grateful for the Raymarine Series E radar (and deflector) that Bill had installed prior to departure. The sun was coming up and the fog was clearing. Tankers appeared in and out of the mist. The water was smooth and glassy when we were greeted by what seemed to be nearly one hundred dolphins hopping, skipping, bouncing and diving along with the Lass. Bill headed to the bow of the boat and with his arm extended into the water was nearly able to touch them as we raced along. I think they were just teasing him, eh?
It was at this point when we became incredibly aware of the change in temperature and subsequent need for a change in clothing. We had left Tiburon two days earlier in temperatures of 48 degrees, donning flannel underwear and foul weather gear at night. Suddenly, foulies and rubber boots were exchanged for shorts and shirts and chattering turned into chatting. It was downright warm as we continued on our way at daybreak and headed for Catalina Island and the lovely town of Avalon, where we put in for our first anchored night.
We were greeted by the harbormaster’s boat who cleared our documents and shortly we boarded the shoreboat to the island. After cheeseburgers in Paradise were enjoyed by all, we hung out with the locals and eventually made our way back to the Lass. Not surprisingly, everyone slept very well at anchor that night!
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