And thats about the way I felt this morning.
Half Moon Bay has been kind of gloomy over the last week or so that we have been here and this morning was no different except we had a visitor. and probably one of the least expected where we are now. As I looked out the side window, I saw a strange sight come around our bow, and damn that boat looks familar, and as it should, as its another FIRST 42, by the name of Coyote, on their way to Santa Cruz decided to pull into the anchorage and do a spin through the anchored boats. Coyote, you've lifted the grey skys and made my day..
R3 at Anchor and Coyote bound for Santa Cruz
Just over 10 years ago while sailing down the coast from the North West, we happened to see a sight we'd never seen before, And I guess you would call it the annual migration of the "Jellies," Jelly Fish to be exact but we like to call them jellies.
And It was on that trip that we saw the little buggers, By the thousands you could say and enough that we got a really good look at them. Little purple things a couple inches long but what was strange, they have a little sail atop their body, to catch the wind across the water I would guess.
We would pull into port for a night or two but as soon as we started out, we'd see them again, and at first up north, they were in large pods a couple hundred yards across but as we sailed further south we found smaller and smaller areas of these little purple sailing jellies and often wondered where did they come from and again, where are they going.
So over the last few years we've almost forgotton about them until today, while doing a couple chores in the cockpit while anchored in the bay, out from under the back come floating a purple jellie, and another, and another..
I yelled to Ramona, get up here, you gota see this........... And you should have seen her face, as it was like an old friend had come to visit her. so we both sat there on the back of the boat, smiling at each other and pointing at the Jellies, and talking of memories of past.
Or at least that is what it seemed like In meeting Pete Petersen of the Presidio Yacht Club.
As it was almost a year before, that I had meet him at the temperatory position I held at the West Marine store in Marin City, north of San Francisco.
I had the privalige of working with his son, Kevin, in the same department and it was through Kevin that I meet Pete.
Over the last year, Pete and I have had a number of conversations from Sailboat re-fits to racing, and it was durring one of those conversations that I found that Pete belonged to Presidio Yacht Club, One of San Francisco's Finest organizations.
It was then that Ramona and I decided that the Presidio Yacht Club was the one club we would like to represent durring our travels. The people, the place and the legacy of the Presidio Yacht Club are one that we are proud to be part of.
And to soon did we have to say Good-Bye to our newly found friends , as the re-fit on our boat was done and it was time to move on.
But with us in our travels, we'll fly the Burgee Proudly, and take with us the memories of the friends we made at the PYC
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