Labor Day

After setting the cabin to rights and assessing damage, not much other than the blown preventer and smashed door on the hanging locker, we set off for Fort Point along the lovely beachside walk. Everyone who could get outside was there, folks swimming and flying kites, picnicking, riding bikes, especially Blazing Saddles rented ones, dogs out for a jog and so on. We passed Crissy Field, the old grass landing strip from WWI days, and found Fort Point too interesting for our abbreviated visit. There wasn't time to take in most of the story of the Buffalo soldiers, displayed inside. However we did take part in a canon firing demonstration with Eric volunteering to ram home the charge and Susie hollering out the commands, "Ready, attention, load, fire!" (29 seconds, just under the required Army time allotment we learned. No aim???)

The club needed dock space so we moved to Pier 39 in the heart of tourist land SF, right next to the infernal barking sea lions. We admired the bar on the evening sailing catamaran, at least as wide as Gratitude's LWL, and ran off to the handy Safeway for provisions. Watched the movie Vertigo after dinner and went to bed for a short nap before a terrible splintering and grinding wave rocked the boat. That side of the marina had limited protection from swells in the Bay. This wave broke our metal boarding step and gouged a hole in the gelcoat.

Tuesday, September 6
The next morning we moved to the other side of the marina where it was much safer! Charlie stayed on the boat pickling the watermaker, etc., while Paul, Eric and I walked up the Filmore steps to Telegraph Hill and the Coit Tower. The parrots put on quite a show for us, flocking and squawking. We reviewed the mural of CA life back before Disneyland painted around the staircase inside the tower. Beautiful!

That evening we had dinner aboard with Paul's friends Tom and Liz who live in SF.