We spent a night at the Cojo Anchorage and then headed out. Our travels there brought out first sightings of oil platforms and a friendly, exhausted little bird we named Freeride. She was happy for the rest a few miles off shore and we were happy to oblige. We arrived in Santa Barbara Harbor, our favorite marina yet. It was so well maintained and comfortable.
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We enjoyed a farmers market, made a few new purchases, played in the surf and made an acquaintance with the boat Sensei. Then we left the city for the road less traveled and headed for the Channel Islands. |
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San Mateo Island
Lesser known of the Channel Islands we somehow found ourselves drawn to it. We had to forge our own path through a thick kelp bed and dropped anchor off a protected beach covered with elephant seals. On the way there we were escorted by some playful dolphins. Matthew pulled out yet another tooth. Tristan mastered climbing the mast while strapped into my climbing harness and was able to spot Manta Rays for us all to see. A beautifully graceful mother passed by with a baby following in tow like a duckling . We were all speechless. |
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That night we tried our hand at astrology but there were so many stars we could hardly pick out the Big Dipper and Cassiopeia. Instead I looked down and we were treated to a different light show. We were used to seeing the phosphorescence dance off the wake at night or rush down the toilet in dots of one or two but that night it was endless. The slightest movement of every bait fish created a sparkler effect in almost neon yellow. Each one created it's own shooting star effect across the water. The boys soon discovered that even spitting in the water created enough disturbance of the organism to produce the same effect. Ah yes, all in the name of science. It was a busy day.
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