A full lot at the PYC!
Pods & podlets form and re-form.
A whale vertebra! How did it get here?, with the whale, or did it float freely?
Old military quarters rotting away. How much would it cost to at least protect the roof to prevent complete dilapidation?
Lily, gives a less menacing "Aaaarrrggghhh!"
My persimmon Jack-o-lantern, which rode in the little compass spot, all the way from, and back to, Sacramento.
The 64' S/V Ocean Watch, which circumnavigated the Americas (25000 miles) in 2009 to raise awareness of ocean health issues.
Fog galloping in in the late afternoon.
50 kayaks plus the long boaters plus and IDW.
Heading out the cove, with a defined stream of fog coming through the gate. We never encountered it.
The pods are gaining ground.
Smooth waters and clear skies at Point Blunt.
The first podlets arrive at Quarry Beach.
Only half of the sugar-coma-inducing potluck on the beach.
50 boats on a beach!!
Choppiness in Raccoon Strait, but no standing waves to play in.
Windy at Pt. Cavallo.
Pre-paddle readying and conferencing.
Our little podlet, heading off in front of the jetty at Horseshoe Cove
See the cat face?
Seagull watches over the intruders
Eventually, 50 boats arrive to feast, and play pirate.
Boats spread all over the beach!
Lee, with his beautifully crafted Redfish® Spring Run kayak.
Don's very special interpretation of a Pirate.
Perfect end to the day.
Mark says "go that way".
Looking back from the green bouy with three more podlets coming along.
Coming up on Point Blunt.
Ok, you can pass.
Janice gives her best "Aaaaarrrghhh"
A garnish is added to an artfully arranged plate.
A sailboat race that seems stalled due to the lack of wind. We encounter that wind, later.
Happy Pirate, Cynthia.