Two Harbors, Part II

Part of the problem with a big boat is that you get stuck at the outside of a mooring field. We were on the outer row where we essentially provided a breakwater for the rest of the harbor. The swells shifted and grew during the night and started coming more directly into the harbor so we had a rolly night (remember Santa Barbara?). No worries about going anywhere but hard to sleep nonetheless. Lots of creaking and swaying and sloshing (especially from the boat next to us which really danced around a lot). Oh well. That's what naps are for.
In spite of the slightly rolly night, we were very impressed with the quality and maintenance of the mooring field. The bow hawser has a floating pole that sticks out of the water and makes if very easy to find and you can just reach over and grab it rather than flailing around with a boat hook. They obviously replace the lines every year since they were not at all slimy or encrusted with seaweed and other nastiness.
Today was a bonus for interesting boat names with “Last Child,” “Lounge Act,” “It’s Classified,” and “BearaCuda” (the last one captained by a VERY large fisherman who obviously fries and eats large portions of the daily catch). Maybe it’s just because we were on the “Island Bear” for two months in the Caribbean, but it seems like the word “Bear” figures in a lot of boat names.
Dale had an interesting perspective on boat names. He said they are kind of like tattoos. You want to think long and hard before you stick one on your boat because you can get stuck with something that causes everyone you meet to think you’re an idiot (I’ll spare you a list of the large number of boat names we have seen that border on the pornographic….).

Photos:
1. On the way to shore after more than 3 days at sea!
2. Dale in his normal role (NOTE - He is NOT winking at me. He had something stuck in his eye.)