The rest of my time in San Fran was glorious. I was able to accomplish a lot and spend some quality time with friends that happened to be in the area. I took in a few sunsets and also ended up with a brand-spanking-new windvane.
Things lined up nicely for my brother to sail with me for a few days, and we decided to leave San Francisco on a Thursday afternoon. On the advice of an old colleague, I stopped in to visit a bar that was apparently an old haunt of Jack London and we had a few beers in the sun before we jumped in the boat. While I’ve no doubt that time has changed the place, I’ve always been fond of Jack London’s work and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
I continued on my route south with a full belly and a lot of excitement for the cruising grounds ahead. A brisk northwest wind was blowing and I made exceptional time out of Monterey Bay.
I also happened upon a sea lion whose eyes were bigger than his mouth and was in the process of trying to swallow a fish that was at least the size of his head. I just managed to catch a picture of him, with his head out trying to choke it down. Later on, a number of gulls came in to try and wrestle his prize away, but I think he won the day in the end.
Porter happened to have a meeting in Santa Monica on Friday, so he and a good friend from college are meeting me this weekend to go out and explore the Channel Islands. We’ve got plans to explore Smugglers Cove (which is reportedly full of bootleggers and pirates) and do some hiking around on Santa Cruz Island. I have firm promises from all parties that no beers will be consumed during this event and no plans have been made to cook any delicious meals either. With weather predicted to be sunny and in the high seventies, I’m sure we’ll have no fun at all.