I arrived at
Richmond Marina at about 7:30 AM to find Mike Trueman already laboring
away at getting his Montgomery 15, "Midget," set-up; Mike and I shared
conversation on sailing and jazz while I set to rigging "Lazy Ka" and
Mike waited for his daughter tiffany to arrive for a day with dad on
the bay. By 9:30 our boats were in the water, and we had been joined
by Dave Meredith (Com-Pac 19) who had motor-sailed over from his slip
at Emeryville to join us.
It was beginning to
look like we were going to be a very small fleet this day. The posted
destination was taking us back to angel Island; the same location we
had diverted to just two weeks prior when we found our fleet too large
to be accommodated by Loch Lomond's meager guest slips. Our numbers
were further limited by the plan of many of "The Usual Characters"
preparing for their now annual trek to sail the Pacific North-West.
But as is so often the case with Potter Yachter gatherings, more boats
started rolling in, and our numbers doubled to six boats total.
Mike Trueman and
Tiffany were first off, a little before 10:30 AM, they were quickly
followed by Dave Meredith and my self with the others close behind us
by only a few minutes. I motored out a hundred yards or so, and
quickly set sails into the 3-4 knot breeze that was blowing up
Richmond Channel from the west. I have sailed out of Richmond several
times since my first almost ten months ago. Each time, I sailed out
the channel into the north bay to set a course to my destination.
Today I decided on a different track; Once clear
the inner jetty of Richmond Marina's inner bay, I pointed for Berkeley
on a reach, sailing south with
Brooks Island to my
starboard. My plan was to try to make Raccoon Strait on a single
change in tack.
Well past Brooks Island, I
looked off my stern to see the profile of another P-15 following my
different course. Though unrecognizable at first, I soon picked out
the familiar pink cast of Steve Potters distinctive sailboard jib.
This was a pleasant surprise as Steve was not in evidence at the
launching ramp. While keeping one eye on my destination, one eye on
Steve and one eye on the sites, I soon lost track of Steve. He just
disappeared. My attention then turned to the myriad of spinnakers that
I was sailing through . . . there must have been
boats sailing with the tide and the wind at their back for San Pablo
Bay to the North. On making my final tack into Raccoon Strait I was
pleased to find Steve Potter again bringing up the rear.
As is often the case
with best laid plans, I forgot to allow for the incoming tide
, and had to cut a couple of additional tacks to make the mouth of the
strait. By entry into Raccoon Strait was well calculated as it allowed
me to enter Ayala Cove with a single course change within the strait,
just off the Tiburon
peninsula. I went to school on maneuvering the strait on my first
visit two weeks ago. I expect that I will get even better on future
Our approach to Raccoon
strait saw a building of winds much as had been experienced on our
August voyage. We had conversations about how we
each handle the expected blow as we exit the calm of protected Ayala
Cove. But today, the entry into the cove went much easier.
All found berthing
without mishap, and a good lunch was had in the company of Yachter's
and the ever-present Angel Island Yellow Jackets. The Dolans made time
to to tour the museum, while others enjoyed
good company and the warmth of the late Summer sun.
First on the water
for the return voyage was again Mike Trueman and Tiffany (pictured
above.) Followed by Dave Meredith, Myself, and the Dolans we all met
with the surprise of the day . . . no big blow in Raccoon Strait.
Rather a very pleasant 5-8 knot breeze that would bring us all back to
the Richmond Channel and Marina without complications.
I entered the
Richmond Channel just ahead of of John Choi's "Jennie" motoring back
in. John was taking
snapshots of "Lazy Ka." I asked John to send me
copies . . . well it turned out that he had no pictures of "Jennie"
under sail. I told John that if he's raise his sails, I'd take some
pictures. I got many good pics . . . John should be happy.
Upon reaching the dock,
all pulled out for the drive home. Mike and I had talked about
spending the night, but he had changed his mind; I decided to not stay
alone, so I headed back out into the bay for another couple of hours
before coming back in at 7:30 PM , hauling out and heading for home.
A Sunday morning
inspection of Lazy Ka revealed a seriously deteriorated wheel Bering.
Had i driven much farther, I could expect that I would have lost the
wheel all together. My work is cut out for me this next week if a I'm
going to make a planed Sunday sail to the Horizons Restaurant in