Step 36Prisoner's Harbor
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We ran down til we got to the aptly named Prisoner's Harbor. Four yachts bobbed at anchor near the pier. There was some surf on a steep rock beach. We'd gotten a lot better at this sort of thing. I removed the rudder and held the boat off while K got sticks. When bigger waves came I pushed the boat at them and jumped up while it crashed past under me. We dragged the boat up and unloaded it. Good to be on land, but we were tired. K needed to catch a plane back to Florida the next day. How were we going to get her there? We listened to the radio while K whipped up a delicious hyena-chow feast of most of our remaining food. I wore my jacket inside out so it could dry.
Everything else was spread out to dry also.
The radio said "significant wave height, warning this, warning that, this much wind here, waves waves, that much there, this warning that warning." We talked. Not prudent to cross 20 miles of that, to a Ventura harbor that might be closed out with breakers. We'd stash the boat and take the ferry back. K looked in her info trove and found the schedule. It would come in the morning. If it wasn't cancelled.