The situation was becoming a bit interesting, for 3 reasons: 1. we needed to return tonight as the crew had to return to their jobs; 2. the wind wasn't picking up; and 3. our gas was probably insufficient to get us all the way back across the channel. As it were, several boats decided to visit Potato Harbor this day, I suppose since it was so calm, and we asked if they wouldn't mind spotting us some petrol.
A kind couple from Oxnard gave us a gallon, and the rowdy follks from "Tipsea" also let us syphon a gallon from their outboard. Thanks to these friendly boaters we'd make it back on fossil fuel alone, if need be. As it turned out, we didn't need it, but... it's better safe than sorry. Since I'm really not a fan of using gas engines (hence the reason we only brought 4 gallons on this trip, which wasn't enough given the calm conditions) the experience reinforced my hopes of one day getting an electric inboard and a more robust solar system and battery bank.
Getting gas from Tipsea - arrghh, the bounty!
So shallow was the anchorage that I dove for the stern anchor (20lb Bruce) in 10 feet of water and walked it along the seafloor back to the boat (nevermind the 100ft of 1/4in chain). We motored into the channel, expecting total calm, but happily felt the first airs after an hour, and soon had 10 knots of wind on our beam. The Pearl was flying with her recently scrubbed hull, doing over 5 knots in the blissfully smooth conditions for a full 3 hours. The final few miles were back on engine mode, which gave us enough time to wash down the decks with buckets and scrubbers; secure all the sails and gear; and make the boat more beautiful than when she left.
The boat was sailing sweet and fast under helmsman Owen.
Enjoying post-voyage meal at the Endless Summer Cafe in the harbor.
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