On Wednesday we pulled out the bike bags, rode around town a bit and took off for Ventura, about 20 miles down the coast. Somehow the pedaling and the sailing are always downhill here. (Could we be coasting on those Irish travelers' blessings?)
The breeze was a bit light providing plenty of opportunity for photos of oil rigs. At one time we could see 11. The sea conditions were so smooth that we sailed wing and wing for about an hour, arriving in Ventura in time to catch our fellow Malo owner, Jake, still at work. He hailed us from the deck of Maloose "up on the hard," surprising us at the T of the harbor entrance. We tied up at the beautiful Ventura YC with the surf booming onto the beach across from their parking lot.
That evening Jake biked over and we had a great reunion, compared boat modifications and told stories. Jake kindly appeared fascinated by Charlie’s iPhone photos of insulating the fridge.
That evening Jake biked over and we had a great reunion, compared boat modifications and told stories. Jake kindly appeared fascinated by Charlie’s iPhone photos of insulating the fridge.
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