Home sweet home, for the first night. This was under the eucalyptus tree, which shed branches during the windy night. I moved the next day...
Unloading dockside in Ventura.
The Ventura harbor.
Heading out of Ventura.
Our trusty vessel, a catamaran.
A vista from Santa Cruz Island.
One of the mysterious abandoned pieces of equipment scattered throughout the island.
Rusted wire abandoned on the island, from its ranching days.
Kathy, photographed through the window of an abandoned shed. The shed had an antique fire extinguisher inside.
Looking towards Anacapa Island.
Smugglers Cove, a day hike from Scorpion Cove (our home base).
The beach at Smugglers Cove, with Anacapa Island in the distance.
Peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, my typical pre-breakfast snack.
Our campsite, complete with hammock.
Home sweet home (note the plethora of rocks to prevent everything from blowing away in the wind). The night sky was filled with stars.
Sea urchins clinging to a rock near the dock.
Scorpion Ranch, our arrival site on Santa Cruz Island. Our campsite was located 0.25 miles inland.
Dan building a sand fortress.
Paul and Kaitlin posing with their sand castle.
Paul and Kaitlin's sand castle, decorated with dried kelp.
The sand fortress, with its catapult aimed towards the other sand castles.
Sunset looking towards the far side of Santa Cruz Island.
An overlook.
Antique farm equipment from the days on ranching on the island.
Rusted farm equipment. It was common to find antiques laying around the island.
View from a peak on the island, looking towards Anacapa Island.
An outlook. The California coast is 20 miles to the right in the photograph.
