It's calm and foggy today. A sailboat roughly our size (SV Amnesty) has been pacing us, edging closer. There has been very little to see along most of the coast; little traffic outside the populated bits. We catch sight of land sometimes; often we don't. Cities and towns give periodic parts of the night a festive look. The stars were out in all their glory last night, with the Milky Way on full display. Then the clouds drifted in and the stars faded away. For August, the skies have been remarkably cool and cloudy. It would be a hard life fishing out here any other time of year.
Whales and porpoises drop by occasionally to have a look. The latter race along beside us until they lose interest. The humpback whales will either send up blows from a distance, or move in close for a roll or two before displaying their tails and disappearing.
Through it all Quijote forges ahead, sometimes sailing, usually motoring, but making good time. I called the Scoonmaker Marina in San Fransisco this morning to let them know we will be arriving four days early. I had us stopping along the way more often than we have, assuming the weather would turn against us at some point and we'd have to hide out. Or that the crew would be eager to explore a town or two along the way. But the weather has been grand and the crew are eager to put the "Graveyard of the Pacific" behind us and move on to easier, more predictable Southern California. So be it. So-Cal here we come...
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