Monday, April 29, 2019
San Diego: six
Not able to reach San Diego before dark, I hove to last evening at about 7 PM eight miles SSW of Point Loma which marks the entrance to San Diego Bay.
I went to sleep early, woke at 10 PM to find we had hardly moved. Woke at midnight to find us being blown west at two knots.
I got up, got into my foul weather gear, and started sailing back east.
I set an alarm for 3 AM and dozed some at Central, but woke before the alarm went off. I trimmed and retrimmed the sails to put us just off Point Loma at first light at 4:30 and we were.
There was a quiet sense of satisfaction as we rounded Point Loma and entered the bay.
In smoother water I fit the Torqeedo, which started as it should, dock lines, and fenders.
I thought it odd that several sailboats passed us heading out, motorsailing with main up, until I reached the Customs dock and found it almost full of boats returning from the Ensenada Race.
I also found on the dock a small unexpected welcoming party of friends who had seen our Yellowbrick position.
It was a hard passage. Hard without any severe weather. Hard with windless wastes beyond my experience or imaginagtion. Hard with the last 1500 miles hard on the wind.
I will write more in time.
I have numerous emails to respond to. I thank you all now generally for your congratulations and will individually when I can.
This is a significant day in my life: the end of the second part and the beginning of the third.
November 11, 1941. November 2, 1974. April 29, 2019.