We paddled into the kelp beds south of Yankee Point and tried to do some rock gardening. But the kelp grew right up to the shore and slowed us down. Fighting the kelp also bothered Konstantinís sore shoulder so we soon turned out past the Lobos Rocks and went a little farther from shore. As we passed the point we saw a large offshore kelp bed and waves breaking in the area. The chart showed a shallow spot there. We turned farther out to sea to avoid the kelp, then surfed the weather straight towards Sur Point rather than go close to shore past Rocky Point and the Bixby Bridge. These are two places we had originally considered landing at to camp.
When we got to Point Sur the wind had risen to the point where it was whipping up whitecaps. We turned in close behind the rocks off this point and waved at a group of kids up on the lighthouse. We ducked behind the point and landed on the first beach to check it out for camping. It was OK but too close to civilization and official notice from the lighthouse. So we braved a kelp bed to travel another mile to a secluded beach where we could set up camp out of sight from Point Sur. We didnít paddle all the way around the next point to the public beach at Andrew Molera State Park for fear of being to easily found by rangers.
There was a big ship anchored off the point all day, not Coast Guard, maybe Navy, maybe the Research Vessel "Point Sur" that I had seen at Moss Landing two days before. A zodiac hung around the big ship all day. Then a strange shaped craft zoomed to the beach next to the point. It sounded like it made a landing, then came back out several hours later. The ship was there all night long with its lights on but nobody came in to tell us that we couldnít camp here. Weíll probably never know what it was doing out there.
We camped next to a fallen tree at Konstantinís suggestion. He says this makes for lots of places to set things up off the sand. But late in the evening after our tents were up we noticed four other trees hanging over our heads that were almost completely undercut by the beach! Another tree, or all four, could come down at any time. Probably not until the next storm with strong wind and waves washing under the roots. We were too lazy to move our tents so we tried to ignore the ticking sounds that the trees made all night long. Ticking like a bomb about to go of. Ticking like the fibers in the last root splitting one at a timeÖ