Snap, Crackle and Homeland Security

The elegant sailboat in the back drifted by us outside of Long Beach: they had wind and we had

breeze on the nose. The same SW winds that have had us wondering about the weather gods and why we are not allowed to sail down to San Diego are still with us. Oceanside was kind and said yes they could give us a slip. What they didn't tell us is that the transient slips are short and if you are holding the spring line and need to

get off the boat, you either hang on outside the life lines, fending off the concrete pillars or fall in. Almost. That was a job for a gymnast.

Fog again, all along the coast, with the wonderful large balls of nuclear plants, mysterious military installations and such to vaguely allow us to know there was a west coast over there. Robert say a "field of dolphins showed up, boiling for ages while I was sleeping with the dogs. You know that saying, lie down with dogs and wake up with.....not fleas. A sub, in our lane, pushing us over outside the red bouys insided Pt. Loma. The escort boat flew over in our direction,

as if to say we were crowding the

sub. Off Oceanside, also, we heard

Securite announcements that San Clemente Island was being bombed by "warship" in the morning. Well, great. We couldn't see it, anyway and the dogs huddled below thinking those damn fireworks were going to get them. Here is the escort boat going huffily away as we waved and smiled
at them. Yes, we look terroristic. Right. It might be the ugly bird on the bow.

Both Marina Del Rey and here in San Diego had water sounds of critters eating things off our hull: Rice Krispie sounds of very small creatures, a shrimp of sorts. As we are aluminum, the snapping is amplified.

We just got the long range forecast for the Baja trip: rain on the 24th and light winds. Well, NOAA has not been correct this whole trip and we have been in gloom and rain in lovely, fun San Diego. We did what everybody with any sense does on a gloomy Saturday. We went to the swap meet and bought more duct tape.