After a wind-driven paddle from Horseshoe Cove to Angel Island, we arrive to clear blue skies at Ayala Cove. A wedding cake appears....

.... to honor newlyweds.

From the bellies of kayaks, a feast emerges.

And hungry kayakers make merry.

The kayakqueen makes a toast to the newlyweds...

.... and POSSLQS....

... and the newlyweds, still, after nearly 30 years.

Native American flute playing to bless the union.

Not your typical wedding cake. The cake topper was made by Hal Beilan.

And the traditional cake-feeding ritual.

One for Dave, too.

The end.