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Nov. 21st, 2022 08:39 pmThe first rule of sailing is, run aground at low tide. Very few wide, broad rivers are also deep. Most of the San Francisco bay you can stand in the middle of, miles from shore, touching the bottom, with your head well above water, at low tide. Any river that's narrow at any other place and opens up at another place is basically a mudflat where it opens up. Tidal rivers pick up then deposit silt. Channel markers lie. This is a rare case where a more lightly ballasted, tender sailcraft has an advantage, when she's trying to tilt to slide herself sideways off some sand or mud, with her sails all up and in hard, broadwide to the wind. A heavily ballasted craft that continues to stick bolt upright is stuck, but being stuck at low tide really is not a big deal, usually, and if it is, you planned poorly. Any sail passage should build in an extra day.
You can never find a beach that gradually drops off when you're swimming, but go sailing, and you'll find beaches that gradually drop off for miles.
Didn't make it to CSC Sat because everything else was happening that day. Did get to see Nick and Lisa, and watched a ballet that was anything but rigid and mechanical. Sun, was too low to sail at starting at 1pm and I wasn't in my wetsuit until 11am. Was thinking of taking out a windsurf rig, which I hadn't gotten to do this year, so just swam, and pushed one dinghy out of the mud. Keelboats, depending on the draft, you may be able to get out and push, or maybe tug on a bowline if not, but keelboat sailors always forget to pack their wetsuits.
Got my flu shot at KP. It's walk-in, but they aren't paying insurance claim on any other clinic doing flu shots, so you have to go there. They'd converted a parking lot in to a waiting line, then you get inside and you're basically in a mechanical plant basement that has trash all over the concrete floor and its impossible to hear anything with everyone trying to shout over the din all echoing back off concrete walls. The nurse doing shots was knocking one down about every 30 seconds, with an assembly line leading up to that. It was an incredible confluence of RSI, Covid, and tinnitus. That's what I've gotten out of KP so far... one $10,000 flu shot in a mechanical room basement, and one covid shot.
Bid farewell to L (R had already left while watching some zoom presentation), hopped on Amtrak, stuffed my luggage in an overhead bin and got a ticket above my seat like a responsible adult, got off an hour later, the Delta Breeze bus I'd spent an hour calling and calling and leaving a voicemail and then getting the 3rd degree on over the phone appeared, another hour later, I'm in Rio Vista. Meant to drug L to the First and Last Chance Saloon (and meant to do a lot of other things) but that didn't happen so maybe in some theoretical future. Izzy, the big black teenager cat, started to warm up to me that very morning, rubbing against my legs and being a lot less spazzy. Cassie, the scottish fold, forget that she was okay with me and I stayed the devil again the whole time. Would have been good to have had the bottom bracket re-done but guess that isn't critical. It creaks when mashing up hills. Already got some good high speed potholes in on the new rear wheel. Yesterday night, we had mini-thanksgiving with one other guest. I took it upon myself to pick up Framboise (beer that comes from a region of Idaho, I think) and there was much rejoicing. My not helping with dinner may be partially excused. I did make a veg shepherd's pie earlier that week so that's something I guess. Always hard to go back to grind mode after a little bit of freedom.
You can never find a beach that gradually drops off when you're swimming, but go sailing, and you'll find beaches that gradually drop off for miles.
Didn't make it to CSC Sat because everything else was happening that day. Did get to see Nick and Lisa, and watched a ballet that was anything but rigid and mechanical. Sun, was too low to sail at starting at 1pm and I wasn't in my wetsuit until 11am. Was thinking of taking out a windsurf rig, which I hadn't gotten to do this year, so just swam, and pushed one dinghy out of the mud. Keelboats, depending on the draft, you may be able to get out and push, or maybe tug on a bowline if not, but keelboat sailors always forget to pack their wetsuits.
Got my flu shot at KP. It's walk-in, but they aren't paying insurance claim on any other clinic doing flu shots, so you have to go there. They'd converted a parking lot in to a waiting line, then you get inside and you're basically in a mechanical plant basement that has trash all over the concrete floor and its impossible to hear anything with everyone trying to shout over the din all echoing back off concrete walls. The nurse doing shots was knocking one down about every 30 seconds, with an assembly line leading up to that. It was an incredible confluence of RSI, Covid, and tinnitus. That's what I've gotten out of KP so far... one $10,000 flu shot in a mechanical room basement, and one covid shot.
Bid farewell to L (R had already left while watching some zoom presentation), hopped on Amtrak, stuffed my luggage in an overhead bin and got a ticket above my seat like a responsible adult, got off an hour later, the Delta Breeze bus I'd spent an hour calling and calling and leaving a voicemail and then getting the 3rd degree on over the phone appeared, another hour later, I'm in Rio Vista. Meant to drug L to the First and Last Chance Saloon (and meant to do a lot of other things) but that didn't happen so maybe in some theoretical future. Izzy, the big black teenager cat, started to warm up to me that very morning, rubbing against my legs and being a lot less spazzy. Cassie, the scottish fold, forget that she was okay with me and I stayed the devil again the whole time. Would have been good to have had the bottom bracket re-done but guess that isn't critical. It creaks when mashing up hills. Already got some good high speed potholes in on the new rear wheel. Yesterday night, we had mini-thanksgiving with one other guest. I took it upon myself to pick up Framboise (beer that comes from a region of Idaho, I think) and there was much rejoicing. My not helping with dinner may be partially excused. I did make a veg shepherd's pie earlier that week so that's something I guess. Always hard to go back to grind mode after a little bit of freedom.
