Home is the sailor......

I'O is pretty distinctive, coming down the channel to the Police docks after three days of great weather from Turtle Bay.  Robert was able to call me from off Ensenada and I raced down the freeway from LA to be able to meet them and perhaps have a celebration of the end of their bash up Baja.  Since they had pulled into Bahia Asuncion to escape a norther, the guys had no choice but to continue to slog north after getting fuel in Turtle Bay.  They were blessed and surprised with beautiful weahter and seas, but were still too tired to party in San Diego.  I thought sailors were up for a party, no matter what. 
I left after lunch and drove back to LA and managed to get lost somewhere outside of Irvine, thinking I could have been partying with the sailors, who were all in bed by 7 pm, alone and sober.  Ian gave me some liquor to calm my freeway nerves and disappointment.

Twenty four hours later, the guys were in Marina Del Rey at the guest dock - now tell me they arn't tired.  They had put on double shifts, thinking that traffic would be intense coming up from San Diego.  They maybe saw one large ship, but did manage to make the Navy nervous as they passed a war games area with their Spot message send out.  I ws on the phone with Robert and heard the Navy on his handheld, talking of a mystery transmission.  Uh huh, these are the terrorists sailors - you can tell by the ugly bird on the bow.  After showers, lunch at Max's Deli, and a  good night's sleep, we headed north to Placerville to take Jeff home.  And I'O moved to her slip in the Boatyard - facing the next big thing:  a haulout.  So the sailors are home, from sunsets, huge wind and waves, whales breaching, dolphins playing and the real work begins. 
 I really miss Nuevo - LA will never be home.