Monday, March 12, 2018


 We left Scrimshaw tightly secured in her slip at Marina Coral in Ensenada, Baja. We drove north through Los Angeles and visited our dear friends in Montecito, who have been living amidst the ravages of the January horrific mudslides that wiped out much of their neighborhood. Their home was spared, but their community of 40 years plus is forever changed. We vowed to be better friends and to visit one another more frequently. We are holding them to their promise to come stay with us in the Sierra. After breakfast, we continued our drive up the central coast to visit Darrell's daughter, and our grandson Jack in Morro Bay. We arrived at our trailer park situated over looking the ocean in Cayucos in time to enjoy a wet sunset.
This beach hamlet, nestled above Cayucos, has been home for Tranquila for a year.
We have decided that a house and a boat is enough to caretake, so Tranquila is headed inland to her new owners. This 2016 Whitewater Retro has been good for us, and we wish her new family as much joy as we have shared snugged away in her cozy pine-like cabin.
 Our view to Morro Bay - can you find the ROCK and smokestacks? Morro Bay was my home for several years, almost a lifetime ago. We still consider it home and will always visit.
Now you can spot the rock and stacks, yes?

Wednesday, February 7, 2018


We love being home in the Sierra, but after a few short weeks we long for salt air and walks on the beach. Visiting our grandson, Jack, is a big bonus for visiting the Central Coast. It's a long 8 to 9 hour drive to Cayucos from our house, including our usual stop at In and Out Burger in Santa Nella. Not a big highlight of the trip, but in light of the other limited choices, it's usually a welcomed stop. When we finally arrive at the coast, the trailer park has Tranquila all set up, plugged in, and ready for us to enjoy. This park service makes our life easier because we normally arrive at dusk.

 The days were refreshingly cool.
 The surf was up and we were glad we were in the trailer and not at sea.
My most favorite spot for tacos on the Central Coast.
Smoked albacore tacos with apples and fresh greens. Don't let the empty chairs fool you, this place is packed by noon. I always arrive just after 11:30 to avoid the foodie rush.
We happily hung out with Jack.
He's a very busy boy at 2 1/2-years-old, shared afternoon naps are necessary for us to go the distance. Then we head across the street to the beach for a bit of chasing Sparky along the water. Darrell and I are almost ready for another nap following that adventure.
Not sure who enjoys the beach more, Jack or Spark.
We turned our back for a slipt second and Jack was atop the monkey bars. Nap time yet?
After two full days of keeping up with him, we were ready to head south to our powerboat, Scrimshaw. We were lucky to make it in time for cocktails accompanied with a superb sunset.  After a lazy dinner, our bed looked pretty darn good. Sometimes I think we spend most of our time traveling in the car between home, trailer, and boat. No complaints, it's a vagabond lifestyle of choice for two gypsies. 
Nighty Night.

Thursday, January 4, 2018


Current Sweet Spot. 
At home waiting for our Christmas colds to GO AWAY, so we can go away. 
First to Tranquila on the Central Coast, and then to Scrimshaw in Mexico.

It's not that we don't enjoy being home in the Sierra, but we're both sick. If we weren't sick, we'd be getting some necessary chores done. It's certain we wouldn't be playing in the snow or enjoying snowshoeing in a peaceful and remote spot, because there is no snow! Only rain is forecast for the next 2 weeks. It's weird have 60 degree weather in January. 
 Normal Winter Sweet Spot.
Normal winter activity.
Normal Vizsla behavior.
Oxymoron, anything with "normal" and "vizsla" in the same breath.

Saturday, December 30, 2017


Our sweet spot.
Tranquila will be permanently, more or less, anchored on the Central Coast. Known for its long stretches of beaches, sleepy beach communities, and emerald green hillsides (when there is no drought), the Central Coast is pretty sweet for camping too.  Darrell was living in this hippie hamlet of Cayucos when I met him 21 years ago. I had lived in San Luis Obispo and Morro Bay since 1975. Wanting to start our life together in neutral territory, we left the area for jobs at Stanford. The BUZZ of Silicon Valley was an electric change, but after 14 years our need for a slower pace caught up with us. We retired from the rat race and sailed around Mexico for 4 extraordinary years. Then Jack was born, and our priorities shifted. So, here we are again, full-circle, back to what many refer to as the Middle Kingdom, or the happiest spot in the USA. What makes it most special to us, is this is where our 2-year-old grandson Jack lives.
Our spot is close to town, close to the beach, and close to Jack.
A dramatic Christmas Eve Sunset.
The BEST part was sharing Jack's Christmas Joy.
Pure happiness after opening way too many presents.

Thursday, October 5, 2017


Darrell and I met in Morro Bay 21 years ago, no wonder its a favorite spot of ours.

Our preferred camp site in Morro Bay State Park Campground has wide open space with a view of the estuary and bird refuge. It's a very peaceful spot for afternoon naps. Coveys of quails stroll about, seagulls squawk, the fog horn sounds, and all is well. Today is a perfect fall day, light breeze and nearly 80 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky. Last night's Harvest moon graced us in her abounding beauty filling our trailer with golden light streaming through ceiling hatch. Tonight we'll have cocktails and dinner in Cayucus at Schooners on the beach. It's a popular place to watch the sunset for a good reason. We're babysitting Jack, and he always loves their kid's menu. Papa loves the calamari. I'm having a Cosmo.

Jack always helps Papa with all things mechanical, but first he considered the technical application of the jack stands before starting the task.
 Then he proceeded full-speed ahead, and got the job done, with a little help.
The Morro Bay Golf Course borders one side of the campground.
I used to live on the other side of the gold course.
The view of "the rock" from across the campground.
There's a regular routine we follow when in Morro Bay. First step up camp, next, we get Jack situated. Then it's time to visit the Morro Bay Yacht Club to check out visiting boats, and see if any old friends are about.  After all that hard work, we deserve a lunch or dinner break in Cayucos overlooking the beach.
 I've been a member of the Morro Bay Yacht Club since 1978.
One year later, I slipped off the mooring lines and sailed away in my 30' sailboat headed for Annapolis, Maryland. What a ride! Since then, I have owned more boats than I care to admit, but have enjoyed each one. My current boat is a Grand Banks 42' trawler. 
The day was incredibly crisp, then it became incredibly warm. 
Too warm for me. Ninety degrees plus, accompanied by exceptionally hot, dry wind. These fall and winter winds are referred to as Santa Ana's, and it's best to boaters to take shelter in a protected harbor. In the past, we have had to wait nearly a week before it was safe to travel south to our slip in San Diego.
In October, there is always a migration of boats heading south, usually to Mexico, for the winter. Normally, we are part of the pack, but our boat, Scrimshaw, is already in San Diego. We decided to forgo Mexico this season, and instead we will head north in March to the Pacific Northwest for a couple of years. I am not a fan of searing sun, and lately its been getting too warm for my taste. The cool, dampness of the northwest sounds inviting. I went to undergraduate school in Eugene. Go Ducks! So, I am confident that the weather will suit me just fine. Darrell's also looking forward to cooler days.
Sunsets in Morro Bay can be pretty dramatic.
This striking sunset last October, was taken from the bow of our trawler while tied up to the MBYC dock. Morro Bay, in a trawler or a travel trailer, is a dang good spot to hang out.

We had a long day and worked up a good appetite.
Jack deliberates between Grilled Cheese and Mac & Cheese.
 It didn't take Jack too long to decide on Mac & Cheese for dinner.
Jack developed a taste for Mimi's Seared Tuna.
Protein is a good thing.
Papa and "mini-me-Jack" going for an after dinner beach walk.
Sunset on Cayucos Beach, a perfect way to end the day.

We got to see Jack for four straight days, while his mom worked. Very fun, but we were pooped, so on Saturday we headed back to Scrimshaw in San Diego. Nine long hours later, we arrived at Kona Kai Marina in time for another great sunset. It is usually a six hour drive, but we stopped for Chili Rellenos at our favorite little Mexican restaurant in Buellton. We paid dearly for that yumminess, because by the time we reached LA traffic, everyone was headed home from a warm day at the beach. We crawled through LA at a snails pace. When we reached San Diego, the weather was a bit cooler, but muggy. There's been a lot of humidity in San Diego this summer and fall. Strange, but the unexpected is now the new normal. I'll take high humidity over hot dry windy anytime. Known as Santa Ana's, the high winds coming over the desert reek havoc on boaters. Anyway, after LA madness, it was good to be home. Scrimshaw seems so roomy after staying in the travel trailer. Next week, we will drive up Highway 395 to our house in the Sierra. Hopefully, we are not too late to enjoy the fall colors. I'm looking forward to the increased roominess of the house after being aboard Scrimshaw. Then we will start to miss life on the water, and return to the snugness of our trawler. Our short attention spans demand variety.
The view from Scrimshaw's stern.
The view from our bow the following morning. 
 Point Loma is in the background.

Sunday, October 9, 2016


Fall in the Sierra is beautiful, but winter is approaching. The trailer has been winterized and stored in a nearby barn until next spring. In the meantime, it's time for us to migrate south to warmer weather. And, to warmer waters.
Farewell to our City By The Bay.
Scrimshaw left her San Francisco Bay slip in the early hours to catch the ebb tide under The Gate. We will spend time visiting friends in Morro Bay, Santa Barbara, Ventura, and San Diego before crossing the border to Marina Coral In Ensenada. It is one of our favorite places to spend time. The food, the peso to the dollar, the people, the resort pools, and the VIBE, are all good. There are no plans for Scrimshaw to return north, it's too darn cold for us.

Sunday, May 8, 2016


I LOVED this trailer!
We sold our 2012 Airstream, International 25, a couple of summers ago. Sadly, she was not being used enough because we are were always sailing, but we missed clamping occasionally, so we downsized to the adorable 2016 Shasta 16 Reissue. We named her "Buttercup". She was an eye- turner. Then our family expanded - a bouncing baby boy. Nothing better than having our first grandson. Of course, we will teach him to appreciate nature, to love camping, and to sail the seas. So, we sold our tiny trailer and moved up to a 2016 White Water Retro 195. Guess we just love the old-fashion trailers made new.
I loved the Shasta too, for one year.
 Buttercup at the lake.
The new Tranquil, easier to tow and maintain.
Our new Retro is just the right size for our family to visit Hat Creek.
 Jack learned about frogs.
Hana and Spark played fetch. 
Obviously, we enjoyed ourselves too.
Fifteen minutes from our house.
An hour from our front door.
In October, we are heading to Washington in the trailer to scout out marinas for our trip to the Pacific Northwest in Scrimshaw this spring. We are excited to get the trailer out on the open road and into some RV campgrounds sine crazy tourist season is over. We may face a bit of rain, but after all the San Diego sunshine we've had lately, cloudy skies and a few misty breezes seem like a welcome relief. The dang sun seems so intense these days.