Lucky...

or something...
Returned to the scene of yesterdays crime and found it empty...but bigger and better as it fell from the 9 foot high tide.
Was as good as yesterday but bigger and it moved to the outer sand bar as the tide dropped.
Which was fine but I was without the chicken string you people call leashes and it made for a hard swim if I lost little yellow.
I never did but the last set that caught L and I inside and it was enough to send me home. Still, an hour to myself, an hour with L and I was good for 19 to the beach.
That yellow board swoops and I had the nerve to spray L...I warned him as he paddled over...
Needed his hair washed anyway.
Paddling with SR tomorrow in the 40' outrigger...What?
Yeah, Phil owns it, we launch from the Eastside boat ramp and I guess cruise the Bay.
That's all I know, that and SR wants to go open ocean eventually.
Right.
Maybe.

In other news-and this is rich mind you...
Three little sailboats are waiting to head south to San Francisco...this time of year.
Hmmm, I have a bit of bluewater experience and it tells me that after September, the chances of having a short ( they think 6 days) trip just isn't going to happen.
We call it a 'bash' as it's against the prevailing winds.
Hmm...they should give it a lot of thought.
24' foot boat in the lot of them too.
I wish them luck, I really do.

Let's see, I guess that is it...
Yep.
See ya...