A delightful sail in new waters for both Don Person and I. I met Jerry Barrilleaux
for the first time
this morning. Jerry came to see Don and I off; we traded sailing
stories over coffee while Don and I got our boats set up for the day.
Once in the water, I was embarrassed with self
induced engine troubles . . . I forgot to choke it for the cold start.
Thanks are due Jerry for the use of his tools and effort to get this
Potter new-be going..
Once out of the marina, we set a course with the tide, East on Carquinez
Strait and under the Martinez-Benicia Bridge. Maneuvering was a bit
tricky as we had to negotiate the currents and eddies around the
bridge piers and construction barges. A new highway bridge, third
within a distance of 300 yards, is now under construction; there are
several barges moored
in support of the new construction that add to our obstacles.
Eastward to sail past the
Battleship USS Iowa (BB-61) moored with the National Defense Reserve
Fleet (aka Mothball Fleet) on Suisun Bay. For me, this was a highlight of our day of sightseeing. I always
thought the Iowa would be bigger. Though almost 300 yards in length,
her relative low profile presents an understated presence when
compared some of the
traffic I've encountered on the bay.
the Reserve Fleet, Don and I pressed on Eastward into Grizzly Bay for
a pleasant picnic lunch adrift. We simply relaxed our sheets, and
enjoyed our lunch and conversation driftingg
in the sunshine no more than 10 feet apart. The area around us was
populated by many fisherman anchored in the shallows of the Bay.
turned back toward Martinez Marina with the tide, the skies began to
turn gray, becoming overcast toward mid-afternoon. Back in the
vicinity of the Reserve Fleet, the winds over Army Point became quite
blustery. Don decided to reef, and I followed suit with some
instruction for Don. As we came pack under the bridges, the need to
reef behind us, we returned to full sail.
approach to Martinez Marina, Don had trouble getting his motor
started. It took only seconds for Don to get my attention; I set a
course to close the couple of hundred yards to his position to offer
assistance. But in the short time elapsed, the strong current mad take
Done well West of the marina entry. By the time I
reached Don, he had
managed to get his motor started. I fired mine up as well, and we
motored against the current to the shelter of the marina.
It was a
day with weather changes galore, every hour or so. Don and I both learned a
lot about currents on the Carquinez Strait, as well. I had planned the day to take
advantage of the tides going and coming. And all went fine until Don
ventured down-stream of the Marina entrance on our return. Our little
motors worked hard against the strong current of the Carquinez Strait to get us back