The Wildcat of Loch Awe crew (Joan and Alan) spent the morning doing a car/truck drop off at Serra Point so Joan could drive home after dinner.
WOW, was the fog thick. We drove back down to Coyote Point, to find no wind and pea soup fog, which made the Wildcats first mate very nervous. So we did a little hour-long stroll through the bayside edges of Coyote Point park, to see multitudes of birds and have coffee, which cheered up the first mate quite a bit.
Around 2:00 the fog lifted, so by 2:30 we were on our way. On our way up, when the wind started poking up to 15 knots and the first mate was getting nervous. That was when the shackle holding the head of the jib to the upper unit of the roller furler let go (pretty sure due to lackaidaiscal work on the part of the skipper) and I rolled it up. We proceeded along under main alone....and remarkably well, actually....until the wind pooped out south of Oyster Point. The outboard got us in right behind Circe.
The trip home was a putt-putt the whole way to Coyote Point, but it was warm, at least!
1968 Selmer Series 9 B-flat and A clarinets
1962 Buesher "Aristocrat" tenor saxophone
Piper One Design 24, Hull #35; "Alpha"