Friday, October 11, 2013
San Diego: downsizing revisited; a year; walking speed; Death Watch; sealer
The above is an Excalibur 26, a sister ship to my first boat--for that matter it might be my first boat. She is new to the marina.
I took delivery of mine in January 1967 at Oakland’s Jack London Square and in sailing her around to Berkeley Marina made my first solo sail, which I wrote about in an article titled, “Downsizing”. The article was about my trend toward ever smaller headsails; but since then I’ve downsized boats as well.
In August of 1967 the woman who was then a part of my life and I sailed the Excalibur to San Diego and then lived aboard for a year and a half on the other side of Quivira Basin, before I traded the Excalibur in on an Ericson 35, which a few years later I traded in on an Ericson 37 that I named EGREGIOUS.
Although I don’t want to offend any Excalibur 26 owners, GANNET, though smaller, is superior in every way except interior volume. I couldn’t stand up in the Excalibur, but the woman I was with, who was 5’ 6” tall, could, and I could sit upright without having to be on the cabin sole. More critically, the Excalibur was not built well enough to go to sea.
This journal served one of its purposes when I found myself wondering when GANNET arrived in San Diego. I knew it was about a year ago, but not the exact date. It was October 15. Carol and I arrived two days earlier.
I’ve often noted that time is an uneven medium.
The year has passed quickly. But GANNET seems to have been here longer.
The Garmin Quatix shows that I walk at 3.3-3.4 knots, which is 3.8-3.9 mph, and seems right.
I learned that I don’t need to reset the watch for a new time zone.
Upon arrival in San Diego I turned on the GPS function and when the watch found out where it was, the time was reset automatically.
I thank Gregg for informing me of the “Death Watch”.
Not having a male member of my family survive to age forty for several generations, I didn’t need the watch to appreciate the point it tries to make.
The seals were quieter last night.
They woke me a few times, but that goes with the territory.
Sometime during the night I heard one breathing as it swam near GANNET.
So I was surprised this morning to find a clump of them at the end of the dock. I couldn’t count how many as I chased them back into the water.
And today I have repeatedly had to chase others. At least five or six times.
One woman uses a paint ball gun.
I’m continuing with the dock cart.
It is too soon to know if I’m making progress.