Woke up: Chula Vista Marina, Chula Vista, California, USA
Went to sleep: Chula Vista Marina, Chula Vista, California, USA
Our time at the Chula Vista Marina, located in south San Diego Bay, is winding down. I can feel the summer slipping away, even here in southern California where the weather is glorious 12 months a year. Night falls early. Evenings are long. Mornings are crisp and clear. During the day, I seek sunshine to stay warm. Shade brings coolness to the air.
The marina and RV Park have new personalities. The children have gone back to school; the pool is crowded with seniors. The jet skis and pleasure crafts are packed away for another season; the water has stilled.
All over San Diego Bay, 2015 Ha Ha participants are beginning to arrive. Today there are four boats in the moorage sporting the colorful burgee.
Richard Spindler, the Grand Poo Bah and publisher/owner of the Latitude 38 publication, and crew, aboard their 60-foot catamaran, Profligate, have arrived. For the 22nd time, he will lead the fleet to Cabo San Lucas, leaving San Diego October 26.
Last Minute Projects
Between ridiculously long trips on his stand-up paddle board and working as relief captain on several mid-range charter fishing boats, Peter is finishing last minute projects prior to our departure. He replaced the neoprene seals around each of the portals.
He put me to work scraping rust from the stainless steel lifelines with a metal brush.
And constructed an Amsteel nylon bridle, with floatation, for My Boat.
My Brother, Chris
My brother flew in for a long weekend. We filled our time with forays into downtown San Diego, cycling and sailing.
We sailed Penelope out of the bay, past Point Loma and to the Pacific Ocean.
Our Saturday Cups
We took the opportunity to deposit our Saturday Cups in the Pacific Ocean. As you may remember, we received these beautiful ceramic coffee mugs as a wedding present from our friends, Mike and Carolyn Kalish. We used them for our morning coffee every Saturday, Sunday, and holiday for 23 years. Finally, they had been broken and glued back together too many times. Chris drove the boat AND took the pictures while we ceremoniously bid our cups a final adios. Peter recorded a way point on the GPS and labeled it, “Final Resting Place of our Saturday Cups.”