Sunrise at Aquatic Park (which required a 3 am wake-up call).
Even the SFPD had smiles on!
It's amazing no one gets splatted on.
But we gave the tourists at The Spinnaker something to talk about.
This vulture didn't bother us but a few birds were party crashers.
We visited the Al Sybrian sea lion on the Sausalito waterfront.
There's a bridge there, somewhere.
Safety boaters converge for the bagels, bananas, tee shirts and the one porta-potty.
Jumping from a perfectly good boat into 50º water seems folly to me.
What it looks like at the water's edge.
Visited the Taj Mahal, rumoured to have been built for some rich guy's paramour, kept out in the middle of Richardson Bay until he lost both his wife and the other.
Making out way back to the curious eyes of the tourists.
Had my own mini-rockgarden adventure there.
Loved the sound of the foghorns coming from ships, the bridge, and Angel Island.
Waters at Alcatraz were choppy with the waning ebb combined with a stiff incoming breeze.
Some even skipped the wetsuits!
Lisa2 made a lovely salad of beets/grapefruit/spinach and goat cheese.
Vestiges from the days of the submarine net.
Who knew you could have a picnic experience at your beck-n-call?
Holding a position while waiting for the swimmers to jump proved a bit of work!
Later, some of us chose to avoid the winds at Angel Island and paddle along the Sausalito waterfront, instead.
Wouldn't you know it… the winds died down and Angel would have been a cakewalk.
We had a lovely picnic under a gazebo with a few sprinkles.
We heard some shouting from the waterfront… Sally went to investigate… and it was Sharon Fleming and her daughter!
Fog/drizzle as far as we could see which damped down the winds quite nicely.