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Yet more wafts of Eucalyptus…

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….here in Monterey Bay; we caught it offshore again, and Santa Cruz is full of it, too. We left the Bay area after nearly a month of being tourists, much of it with the boat docked at the excellent Marina Village Yacht Harbor in Alameda. I had an ambitious program of cruising planned, with stops at Clipper Cove, Angel Island, and an extensive exploration of the Delta. None of that happened. We got to Alameda, with it’s lovely views, warm sun, easy living next to markets and bus lines, and just naturally fell to playing tourists. We walked for miles, and bussed, and shuttled, and BART’ed, and Caltrained the entire Bay area. We even got to tour a little by car when a friend came to visit and helpfully supplied one. We also visited with family living in Berkeley, which was a particular treat. But we didn’t cruise. Here are a few scenes from the Bay area:

Stand-up paddle board yoga.....only in Marin County

Stand-up paddle board yoga…..only in Marin County

some lovely view in Sausalito, though all of Sausalito has lovely views

some lovely view in Sausalito, though all of Sausalito has lovely views

What, me worry? Going thru the Alameda channel next to a gigantic (moving) container ship

What, me worry? Going thru the Alameda channel next to a gigantic (moving) container ship

Cathy (friend with car) and me next to Ole's Famous Waffle House in Alameda

Cathy (friend with car) and me next to Ole’s Famous Waffle Shop in Alameda

Looking out over Pt. Reyes, while standing near the lighthouse (John and Cathy...not me; I don't do heights.)

Looking out over Pt. Reyes, while standing near the lighthouse (John and Cathy…not me; I don’t do heights.)

A rose still blooms at Berkeley Rose Garden, though the roses were awfully dry and thirsty-looking

A rose still blooms at Berkeley Rose Garden, though the roses were awfully dry and thirsty-looking

We walked most of the way up to Grizzley Peak in the Berkeley Hills. Just because.

We walked most of the way up to Grizzly Peak in the Berkeley Hills. Just because.

Beautiful Alameda Theater

Beautiful Alameda Theatre

Pretty Marina Village Yacht Harbor

Pretty Marina Village Yacht Harbor

A nice street, among many, in Alameda

A nice street, among many, in Alameda

John finds a labyrinth, and cannot resist it

John finds a labyrinth, and cannot resist it

The family visits the Hornet, but the little guy  is NOT thrilled with it

The family visits the Hornet, but the little guy is NOT thrilled with it

Back under the Bay Bridge; time to leave Alameda at last

Back under the Bay Bridge; time to leave Alameda at last

The tiny, bobbing heads of a long line of swimmers across San Francisco Bay...Slappey waits for an hour to get into Aquatic Park anchorage

The tiny, bobbing heads of a long line of swimmers across San Francisco Bay…Slappey waits for an hour to get into Aquatic Park anchorage

And back under the Golden Gate we go, on Monday the 15th, with much less drama this time

And back under the Golden Gate we go, on Monday the 15th, with much less drama this time

 

After a night in Half Moon Bay, which must’ve been the most peaceful anchorage since Fisherman Bay, Lopez Island (well, if not for the fog horn,) we set off for Monterey Bay. The passage was a piece of cake until we got into the Bay, and found out what a “Southwest Swell” means in these waters. The swell wreaked havoc here in Santa Cruz small craft harbor until about today (Friday, 9/19.) Slappey has danced, jumped, and banged against his end-tie berth all week up till now. Today is much calmer in the harbor, with none of the crashing surf of the last few days. We plan to stay here another day or so and then head out for points South. Where to is yet to be decided, but could include San Simeon, Morro Bay, or Port San Luis.

 

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On the Road Again

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The intrepid crew of the Slappey has left the lovely island of Alameda and we’re soon to head down the coast again. Right now we’re in the Aquatic Park Cove, which is in downtown San Francisco across from the Ghiradelli chocolate factory. Imagine our surprise when we arrived to see an almost endless line of little yellow swim caps bobbing the water. A long distance swim was in progress into exactly where we needed to go. The friendly police boat came along side to ask us politely to not destroy the swimmers. We bobbed around for about an hour until the last of the stragglers was finally picked up by jet ski. Now anchored safely in the cove, every few minutes another cluster of swimmers in wet suits comes up to the boat like some exotic form of sea-life. Not as pretty as dolphins, but we cannot be too picky.