Wednesday, June 26, 2019

San Diego: from Central

June 26, Wednesday
San Diego:  At Central

        After an uneventful flight—the best kind—I arrived in San Diego yesterday afternoon, taxied to Shelter Island and after a brief search found GANNET not where I left her, which I knew could happen, and somewhat dirty and musty, but with no water in the bilge and the batteries fully charged.
        I plugged in the two new tiller pilots and found them to work.
        Steve Earley, who grew up in San Diego, happened to be visiting and I had a pleasant dinner last evening at a Mexican restaurant with him and Grace, one of his two daughters, who lives up to her name.
        Returning to GANNET I was disappointed to discover the inside of my sleeping bag damp.  Not severely, but definitely not dry.   After my arrival on April 29 I did laundry, or rather my friend Howard did my laundry, but not the sleeping bag, which obviously has enough residual salt to attract moisture.  The heat of my body was sufficient to dry the bag during the night.  Mostly.  It is out in the sun in the cockpit now.
        This morning, after fitting the Torqeedo, which started as it should, I Ubered over to Driscoll’s Mission Bay Marina where Lindsey did the paperwork and gave me the choice of a couple of locations.  I picked a side tie adjacent to the slip I had before the circumnavigation.  I have always liked side ties which provide more open space around them than slips.
        I’m going to do a few errands this afternoon within walking distance, including visiting a West Marine, and will take GANNET around to Mission Bay tomorrow.
        The transition between Evanston and GANNET, and vice versa, takes a little while.   I seem to remember how to live on board and am very glad to feel the little boat move.  Land is so stationary and dull.  Except when it isn’t.