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| Even the palm trees were drooping. When it came time for the fireworks, we walked over towards the beach in the rain, hearing the echoes of other booms from around the bay. There were ten beautiful explosions, typical of the Monday night fireworks (yes, like clockwork) and we were too late. At least we didn't have to worry about floating fire this year falling into the sails. |
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| A cruiser who has been coming down for eight winters said this was the first time he had ever seen rain here during the winter. Ten days of grey skies, firehose showers of rain, and everyone pumping out the dinks. I made bread and felt like Seattle. |
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| New Year's Day for tourists meant this - warm, wet, and they said, lots of whales. Well, we paid for it, they said, so we went. Doubt it was much of a booze cruise. |
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