Ah, the Golden Gate bridge. What?, you don't see it? (neither do we)
Sailboat regatta in the fog.
Kayaks and sailboats sharing living space.
Elena's first Angel Island crossing. She did great!
The MV "no smoking" off in the distance.
We know there is an island out there, and we are fairly certain that we are headed for it. John Lockwood expresses doubt after we collectively told him "we don't need no stinkin' compasses".
And finally, it begins to appear through the fog.
As we approach Angel Island, the fog clears to show us an unbelievably beautiful day.
The gang has a snack and roasts in the sunshine prior to breaking into three distinct pods: go back now, go back a little later, and go back the long way.
A view from above the garrison, with an Instructor's Development Workshop going on below.
West Garrison
Signage on the Officer's Quarters
The Bake House, high above the water.
West Garrison from the Bake House
The commanding officer's house.
As our pod takes the long way back, we pass along Point Blunt and the basking pelicans.
Winny enjoying her second circumnavigation of Angel Island; this time not in race mode.
Point Blunt
