The last time Jeff was at the helm was bringing I'O down to Redwood City: now we moved to Alameda. Jean asked for a seat at the helm and he is sitting on our horrible step that everyone hates. Hey, whatever works. We hads no wind, lots of wind, crazy wind - you name it we had it - almost every point of sail to get to our old slip. All the containers in the next yard are gone, but we are in a sheltered spot behind some bushes and the seawall - don'[t have to fight the afternoon howlers from over the hill at Pete's. WE have warmth - although summer is living up to Mark Twain's statement except for a few hours in the afternoon. Another hey, we could be sweltering in Az.
Jean always has to have a plan. Me, I have to have a meal plan and we did well in the sun. We felt like a cheap strip bunch coming up the Bay: clothes off, clothes on, clothes off....wind chill and then heat. Very strange day. We loved it.
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