We left Florence in dense fog. Through the draw bridge without being towed by a coasty rig.
Motored all day, keeping a double watch for crab pots. It was a fairly easy day, but mostly because nothing went wrong.
We listened to books on tape, chatted, didn’t get sea sick, and had zero wind to put sails up.
Eunice spent the day getting passed from the inside of one coat to another…she might have attachment issues if we ever go back to real life.
Ultimately, we motored into Coos Bay under our own power & steering. It was a relief so here’s some additional highlights from the last day or so:
Nelson bought a crab ring and crabbing license in Newport and had some success!
The free dock gate locked at dusk so I fashioned a ‘key’ with a pry bar to get back in after dinner:
Some kind, anonymous stranger delivered three Crowlers to our boat! (We suspect the nice gentlemen from portland we met in Newport who also sailed into Florence a few hours after us)
And then we sailed in dense fog and had to be fully garbed to stay warm:
Coos Bay & the town of Charleston will be a quick stop. A night sleep and some Diesel, and we’ll be off for the Capes and SF.
Since we left Port Townsend, we’ve pulled into 4 ports. Sekiu for fuel, Newport, Florence, and Coos Bay.
Unfortunately, two of the four ports we were being towed by a Coast Guard vessel. It’s been humbling but we still are trusting our preparation, planning, and our little fiberglass bathtub of a home.