You would think that sailing out of San Francisco at 1pm would guarantee beautiful blue clear skies. We had the sky, we had the blue, the sun shone brilliantly, but the Golden Gate Bridge was still shrouded in fog.
San Fran saw a new Captain take over the helm, and although Captain Riky is a favourite, Captain Perra endeared himself greatly by putting a on a great sail away party and paying for the drinks!!
The Pacific Circlers took up their usual position on deck 11, but we decided to be up at the pointy bit for when we passed under the bridge. Out we glided, flanked by a couple of Zodiac’s … “oh that is nice … look at him up the front manning that water cannon, they must be going to put on a display”. Hmm on a closer look, that was not a water gun, that was a machine gun…. Eek
Goodbye Pier 39, goodbye Fisherman’s Wharf, goodbye Alcatraz on the other side out the front - we waved goodbye….
It was blowing an absolute gale out at the pointy end, one of those winds that if you leaned into it, it would hold you up…. Then suddenly the Captain blew his horn once... then he blew it again… “hmm we have already had the mandatory 3 horn goodbye” then he blew it again, again, again and again…short and sharp, not a greeting but a warning. A sail boat in front was not taking heed, surely he could see us… surely he could hear us… our escorts zoomed forward and corralled him out of our way. Battling the winds, he tacked and we left him in our wake…
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