Here in Newport Beach I think they must have different anchoring etiquette, or perhaps just for big ol’ power boaters

When we got back from a day excursion yesterday a big stinkpot had anchored right on top of our neighbor, only a boats length away. He’s an older solo sailor from Alaska, sporting a white ponytail and speedo, must be a hardy soul, with an old classic beautifully maintained sailboat. I thought for sure the power boat was just making a lunch stop. No one could ever be quite that rude, as there was plenty of room elsewhere, to stay so close overnight. Gabe said late last night he was in a moral dilemma ‘cuz the boats had swung close together. He felt better as he watched the sailor come on deck, after getting dressed, and let out a few more feet of chain probably grumbling to himself about being in California. Sure enough when I awoke this morning, the wind had swung around offshore and the boats were mere feet apart. Wow. Just heard them having a friendly conversation, no yelling, just communicating. Perhaps a hearty good morning, how’s your coffee or I could hear you snoring last night. To far away to tell. Just saw him let out yet another few feet of chain

We’re outa here today! A few more days and we’ll be in Mexico. Newport Beach is not for me and my crew feels the same.

Tor out