After finishing a long list of errands in San Diego, we’re finally leaving SoCal! It’s a beautiful afternoon, with perfect wind and calm water. I’m sitting outside with the sun on my back while Tor steers. He says Sebastian (our autopilot) is drunk this afternoon. He’s veering off track. It’s so nice to finally have the engine off. Hopefully the wind stays through the night. We’re all relieved and excited to finally be leaving the warship-filled port of San Diego. And to not be woken up at 6:31 by airplanes taking off two miles away. And to not hear gunfire consistently throughout the day. And to not be reminded of war and capitalism everywhere we look.

Yesterday we shopped all day, Lyfting around the city between Home Depot, Whole Foods, Target, Ralph’s and Costco. Groceries the boys picked out: a three-pound brick of cream cheese, tortilla chips, and a bucket of cookie dough. Groceries I picked out: kale, spinach, and walnuts. But we all agreed on the ten 24-packs of beer.

This morning we got our fishing licenses, changed the oil and transmission fluid, took one more trip to West Marine, and reserved our birth in Ensenada. We plan to sail through the night, alternating 2-hour shifts. We should be there by noon tomorrow. Finally! We’ll spend one night there hopefully, and then head south, with our eyes peeled for good waves. Maybe at some point in the next three months I’ll catch one.