We’ve found ourselves in a San Diego state of mind.
We pulled into Mariners Square anchorage around 7 AM after a calm sail down from San Pedro. After setting a hook, we took the skiff to shore, walked two blocks, and had breakfast burritos in hand within moments. This was nothing short of magic.
Our recent upgrade to a 12 volt fridge + freezer offers fruit smoothies every morning.
We’re moored in a marina near SeaWorld and treated to a fireworks show every night. No matter what we’re up to, we seem to stop and observe for those short moments.
I stood up on a surfboard dozens of times in lessons and am scheduling another lesson with my mom when she visits!
Things seem to be a little easier, a little sweeter, and the next steps for entering Mexico are written on the whiteboard.
Scott picked up a pair of rollerblades in Ventura and I tacked on the hobby here in San Diego. Scouting out routes and experiencing the thrill of expanding skills feels like reclaiming a bit of childhood (or maybe just pre-boat refit) joy.