That was easily our worst anchorage to date. Rolling, rolling, rolling, all night long. Sun up, flat. We left first thing in the morning with the promise of just five knots of wind on the nose. Two hours later we were plunging headlong into twenty-five knots. Not sure what the heck happened with this latest forecast, but man. Even with all that wind the seas were never able to build much, just little two foot rollers. Enough to slow us down quite a bit, but not enough to take any water on deck.

Figuring the inside anchorage at San Evaristo would be chock full we instead dropped anchor outside around the north point all alone. Within thirty minutes the wind was gone and the water was calm. Go figure.