He said something about the coldest winter was the summer he spent in the Bay area. We had five minutes yesterday when shorts might have been an option and then the high winds rolled in again. We are fairly protected, but get jammed up against the dock with the lines creaking and the dogs barking as they think someone is trying to get aboard. Fat chance. We are still here trying to get the engine installation finished. There is a little cove here at Schoonmaker's with sand above the seaweed and kids and dogs all running loose. Lola, an old fluffy dog hides under the ramp to the upper dock and leaps out with great growls when we walk by with the crime dogs, only to be pulled up short by her leash. Little dogs try to run up and challenge the shepherds while my knuckles get strangled with the leash. I think we are all getting crabby and waiting for the sea trials on Tues so we can get back to Pete's Harbor. At $50/day, we are feeling a little itchy here. But this is another adventure in cruising: new places, new people. New people who call the cops because we were taking too long to get the dogs out of the car and down the 1/4 mile hike to the boat. Ok. The cops were good, and lucky Robert got back up there after I delivered Koa, as Sha'ash has history with cops and gave them the eagle stink eye. They lived. They were called by a lady who gives her cat a ride in a stroller, up and down the dock. Talking of stink eye, the cat is a past master at it and Koa did not make his usual lunge on the leash. So, we make friends. Unh huh.
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