Friday, May 27, 2011

Sailing, sailing over the bounding bay!

We were successful at staying at the Half Moon Bay State Park for 5 nights without a reservation; truly a miracle of bureaucratic karma.  Our view, featured in the previous chapter, was spectacular.  As were the walks along the Coastal trail which was in full ice plant bloom.  But the family time, chaotic as it was, was precious.  We decided to host the newest member and his family to a motorhome experience and all packed in for a fun evening and barbecue.
Liliana in a haze of bubbles!

Damien asleep in his basket!

Terri holds Damien at the MH

Daddy Clint
 On Saturday we were politely asked to leave, sadly before Marty's graduation party but luckily after a wonderful surprise visit from long-time friend Kay from real estate days of old.  So back to Petaluma and our familiar home at the Elk's Lodge just in time for an invitation from Rusty's brother, Steve, to go sailing on Sunday (last).  I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to go sailing and take some fun photos!

We sailed out of the Richmond (east Bay) Marina in near perfect conditions on Steve's Catalina 30, a terrific and easy to handle little sailboat with all the comforts and space down below of a much larger model.  The engine was immediately turned off as the main and jib sheets filled nicely and off we went for a few hours of cruising the Bay.  We were blessed with sun but San Francisco, off the in the distance, was viewed through a dreary fog...typical.

Our day on the bay!

San Francisco thru the fog!

A man in his element!

Steve, our capt. & host!


San Francisco will host the 2013 America's Cup.  "With its natural stadium at the footsteps of the City and consistent, heavy winds, San Francisco Bay will be an arena for some of the most spectacular racing the world has ever seen", says the Mayor.  Steve has promised us a seat aboard his Catalina as the trials and pre-race spectacles begin next summer 2012!

1 comment:

Suzy said...

Love the photo with the bubbles, she is so cute!!
Sailing the harbour sounds a perfect way to spend a day or two.