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My sailing club went on a weekend excursion to the San Joaquin delta. Expecting plenty of sunshine and wind I quickly agreed to go on the trip. Crew was arranged, the admiral kids and a friend from work. Now is time for the inevitable falling apart of plans. My wife decided that she didn’t want to spend 6 hours on the boat with the kids fighting, they are at that wonderful stage in life, the friend from school decided she couldn’t keep up with her internet boyfriend if she went on the trip too. Oh well wasn’t going to let that stop me. Left work early on Friday hooked up the boat and took the hour and a half ride to Stockton. Mike, from the club, was there already with his Cat 22 so he helped me get set up. Got it up and ready to go in about 1 hour. In this time Ed arrived with his Mac 26 X. Ed told me that another guy from the club was going to come in the morning and could go with me, GREAT. Motored over to the Sacramento Sailing Club slips and went for dinner with the group. Great beginnings, but the weather forecast is different than I anticipated. Saturday morning after breakfast and a gas run we were ready to go. My new crew was there and we left, kind of late but we left. Looking at the tide chart we decided we should have left much earlier in the AM.
John on the left, me on the right. Oh well we gots motors. As we head out the marina we encounter the wind from the storm approaching the San Joaquin Valley. The stiff breez is heading straight down our throats as we motor into the tidal current—fun city. We still see many great sights along the way; our fun shall not be hindered. This is a house boat that a guy in the SF Bay area built to resemble an island. It was there for years when I was younger and it was moved to the delta, I think he got a lot of flack about it from authorities.
As we are going I come to the realization that Antioc, our destination, is not the closest anchorage along the way. John says it is something like 30 miles. OK, do I have enough gas? Lets sail up current and close-hauled for a while. Isn’t that channel marker staying in the same spot, even though my new GPS is saying we do have some headway? Lets motor again. Talking to the Mac that is already in the marina, I’ll tell you that 50-horse powerboat has advantages; we decided to pull into another spot for gas. As we approach the gas dock our motor goes silent. The gas dock is closed already, but we did find a toxic waist dump that had a 6-gallon can of what appeared to be gasoline. A quick pilfer gets us enough fuel to reach the next gas dock and a full tank. On the river again we reach our destination at 7:35 for our 7:30 diner reservation. Took some photos Sunday morning. The weather called for a race home between storm fronts. The mac proveed faluable when the Erickson 27 in the group ran agaround Rain and lightning ahead, rain and lightning behind. We did have some time of excellent sailing, with sunshine and wind too.
Showers finally hit us about 5 miles form the dock. Decided to go home and come back the next day after work to take the boat down, now it is at home waiting to go back to our lake for another month before the end of the season.
My wife and I were out shopping at a Sacramento area Wal-Mart last Sunday when the storms passed through, and for almost an hour, the roar of extremely heavy rain pounding the roof was so loud that you couldn't hear the store's PA system making announcements. A grocery store here in town, Corti Brother's, had a 20' x 60' section of roof collapse when the drain system failed to keep up with the downpour. I hope my boat is okay, I will go out to the lake tomorrow to check.
Up at 4:30, we are having a mild Santa Ana and the air is really clear.
Flew over Mission Bay, saw my boat. Point Loma, all the coastline up north.
Flew over San Clemente Island, then Catalina. Saw Santa Barbara Island and San Nicholos Island.
Took care of business at the Department of Justice.
Upon leaveing Sacramento, we flew over a very large lake with miles and miles of shoreline. I assume Folsom Lake. Then we flew right over Palos Verdes, I could see the Port of LA and evven RichardG's Larson Marina.
Catalina, Santa Barbara, San Clemente were clearly visible for 20 minutes or more. Lots of boats fishing on a kelp pattie on the 182.
We came in right over Mission Bay and I could even see my boat.
In the slip by 5, I sailed out, and even caught a fish!
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