Okay, so we thought we’d be passing Eureka by now, but Cetacean had other ideas. We’re presently moored in Charleston (Oregon, not South Carolina) awaiting the ministrations of the local Yanmar mechanic.

We left Newport on Monday, 7/16 for SF, but the iron jenny decided to take a vacation. Not the best choice in our opinion. The wind made a similar decision, dropping to barely 5 knots. Well, adversity can sometimes present opportunity, so we took on improving our light-wind sailing skills – all night, by hand and aided by our onboard technical crew – “Otto” and “Monica.”  “Otto” is the powered auto helm; “Monica” is the servo-pendulum wind vane. “Monica” was learning to be helpful, but was a little temperamental during the aforementioned light wind practicum. The evening part of this sail did provide the company of at least two grey whales, a spectacular sunset, fireworks from a lightening storm (thankfully) many miles away, and starry skies for most of the night.

Cruising, as mentioned in previous posts, is characterized as “repairing your boat in exotic places.” BUT, the exotic places are really what cruising is all about. After we settled into Charleston’s City Marina, Judy took a walk on the wild side (of Charleston), and met Erla and Margie, proprietors of Wild Women of Charleston OR. “Behind every Good Fishing Village are the Wild Women who promote it!” is this enterprise’s mantra. All earnings from “WW’s” sales of “private label wines, Cook Book, custom jewelry, sexy lingerie, scarves, and tops,” are contributed to various Charleston causes and frivolity – the community food closet; fundraising to build an artificial reef; a T.P seminar (involving applications, art and recycling methodologies for dealing with those empty toilet paper rolls – that frivolity thing); and, the annual Charleston Seafood festival.

Although Ron has been spending a majority of his Charleston days on Cetacean’s exotic repair opportunities, he did have a chance to talk with one of our neighbors who’s heading south soon. Right now, this skipper takes his big sailboat over the Coquille River Bar (the Pacific’s entry to Charleston) for salmon fishing expeditions. Not a typical activity for a sailing vessel, but true to the spirit of nautical multifunctionality.
– Judy