We left San Francisco Bay on the tide, with the flood of our friends' encouragement behind us. The winds were perfect, as predicted, and we were able to sail away from Aquatic Park, past Alcatraz, behind Angel Island, and through San Pablo Bay into the Carquinez Strait, the entrance to the Sacramento/San Joaquin River Delta. My (limited) understanding is that the delta is a human-fortified natural feature. The skinny Carquinez Strait causes a build-up of silt and deposits from the rivers. Though there were naturally occurring islands in the Delta before then, in the mid-1800's, Chinese laborers and private land owners built a massive levee system to regulate the rivers and prevent flooding. The land is especially fertile and, though some of the levees have been allowed to disintegrate and certain tracts are flooded, many others are still part of this highly productive agricultural area.
Bryan and I took a walk through the nearby bird sanctuary. A pair of swans presided over noble geese and fuzzy goslings. As we settled in for the night, the boat settled into the mud and we all slept well in the stillness.
The next morning, we heard a knock on our hull. We expected it to be the harbormaster with a question, but when Bryan poked his head up, he found one of our friends from boat night in San Francisco, the woman who lives aboard her sailing scow. We hadn't ever talked about where she keeps her boat, but we managed to stumble into her marina! Our keel was resting on the bottom for the moment, so we couldn't leave anyway. She invited us down for a quick tour of her amazing home and antique Hicks engine and we exclaimed all the way back to our dock about the delightful serendipity.
|See the sweet little sailing barge? That's Squarehead!|
She encouraged us to explore the town a little and gave us directions to "...the bakery with the best croissants I've had since France." Well, that was all we needed to get us going. We walked into town and tried out the famous croissants ourselves. On the way, we overheard people making plans for some sort of town celebration in the afternoon and saw signs for a Farmer's Market as well. We walked back to the marina and paid to stay another night--just because we could.
Later in the day, we walked back up to see what the celebration was all about.
We thought someone had said it was a Benjamin Moore celebration but that seemed strange—the paint company? Sure enough, Martinez had won some sort of contest and Benjamin Moore was going to repaint Martinez's Main Street. The bakery had brought free cake for everyone and there was balloon art and a photo booth.
We felt a little silly joining in the festivities, but the energy was contagious. We balanced out all the cake with some fruit from the market at the other end of Main Street.
On our way back we stopped to watch this sweet little guy in the tree. We'd gotten used to seeing lizards in the trees of Mexico, it was fun to be back in the land of squirrels.
Later that evening, Bryan and I slipped up into town in search of live music. We'd heard there was a great little cafe well known for their music. As we approached the cafe, though, the music was so loud we couldn't bring ourselves to walk in. We were in the mood for a little quieter location and walked several blocks before finding a small restaurant with classy decor and a jazz trio. Even that was a little loud for conversation, so we found a couple of seats outside out of the wind and enjoyed the music through the windows as we talked. You'd think we'd have plenty of time to talk on the boat but, especially as the trip winds down, we have a lot of processing and planning to do. On long passages, we're hardly ever up at the same time and even when we are, it's hard to find the space to have a private conversation on a boat where the head is the only room with a door.
By the time the tide had risen the next day to let us out of the marina entrance, we didn't have much travel time left. But we didn't care. We didn't come up the Delta to rush.
We made it another few miles upriver and pulled into a small inlet to anchor for the night. We made a fabulous dinner and Bryan even baked a cake.
The next day brought more bridges, more beautiful sailing, more easy miles.
We pulled in about an hour before sunset to Potato Slough, a spot that had been recommended more than once by our friends in the area. We were surprised to see the designated anchorage taken over with semi-permanent boats, so we swung back around the corner to anchor in a shallow spot on the side of the slough. We dropped the anchor twice, but couldn't get it to set either time. We motored out a little more where we could anchor in a little deeper water but once again it dragged as we tried to back it down. We were getting a little nervous about finding a safe spot before dark in this unlit, unfamiliar area. And Bryan was getting weary of hauling the anchor and chain up again and again. We'd never had this much trouble getting it to set! Finally, we pulled back around to where our friend, Al, had said to anchor. It was beautiful, that's for sure, with what looked like a cormorant rookery in the giant tree on shore. But it seemed like a strange place; the depths shoaled from 50 feet to 10 in just a couple of boat lengths and there wasn't a whole lot of room to swing. We dropped our anchor and it set the first time, nice and secure. We laughed at ourselves for not listening to "local knowledge" and settled in for a peaceful night.
The next morning, we checked the weather again. We'd had Bryan's cell service and data plan reinstated just for this purpose. We didn't want to obsess over the weather while we were waiting for it to change. But if a window opened up, we didn't want to miss it because we were playing around in the Delta. With no window in sight to get around Cape Mendocino, we made plans to continue on our lazy Delta exploration. We pulled up the anchor and motored the 2 1/2 miles around the corner to a marina called Pirate's Lair. This lush, green oasis drew us in and calmed our worried spirits.
While we were at Pirate's Lair, the evening weather check showed a possible 24-hour weather window opening up around the cape. We'd been keeping our eye on the winds around Cape Mendocino for several weeks now, watching for any weather patterns that might help us plan our trip north. As long as we'd been watching, there had been gale force winds and crazy high seas predicted in the area. We knew we might only get a few hours of calm weather to get around the nasty point and would need to be in position to take advantage of them. If the forecast held, we'd need to skedaddle in a hurry. We set aside our plans to head further up into the Delta and tried to settle our excited nerves. We wondered if we'd made a mistake by coming up at all if it meant we wouldn't be able to make the run up to the cape in time to take advantage of the brief good weather. The girls heard us worrying aloud and quickly made and hung 2 signs in prominent places on the boat. They read, "NO! You are NOT allowed to second guess yourself, EVER!"
|This is my best "NO!" face. There's a story but you'll have to ask me in person sometime.|
We all agreed to shelve our worries for the night. In the morning, before the tide, Bryan and I went up to the cafe for a "weather conference." Someday, the girls will learn that weather conferences almost always include something delicious but at least for this morning, they stayed asleep while we ate pancakes and checked the latest forecast.
Overnight, the predicted calm had disappeared off the extended forecast but we decided we'd rather start heading back anyway than get caught even further away from the Cape if something did open up. We did a little engine maintenance and Bryan took advantage of the warmth and the fresh water to dive on the prop and replace the zinc.
On our way back downriver, we took a short cut up 3-mile slough to the Sacramento River. We'd come upriver in the San Joaquin, but we wanted to take the girls under a lift bridge and the closest route took us under the one in 3-mile slough. As we pulled into the entrance of the slough, we caught the edge of a shoal a little too close and ran aground. We'd been traveling downriver on a ebb tide, so we knew we just had a few minutes to try to get off the shoal before we'd be stuck for hours, until the tide ran all the way out and the flood came in high enough to lift us off again. We revved the engine to clear the area around the rudder and sallied ship for all we were worth, swinging our body weight in unison from one side of the ship to the other. Sometimes, all it takes to release a boat is that last little inch or two and if the crew can tip the tip of the boat just enough, the keel will swing the other way and lift off the bottom. After a couple of frantic minutes, it worked! We pointed the bow back toward deeper water and headed on down the river.
A few minutes before we reached the bridge, we called the bridge tender on the radio. We'd checked the details about this bridge already to confirm that there would be a tender available when we got there. The tender responded cheerfully to our request and almost instantly, the bridge started rising.
We waited until we were sure our mast would clear and motored slowly through.
In the peaceful afternoon breeze, I wedged myself in to a favorite spot and read aloud to Bryan at the tiller and the girls below.
I took a little break to marvel at the wind surfers in the river and the enormous wind turbines rotating slowly above the wheat fields.
About the time the tide started turning against us, we turned up a little channel and pulled into the lovely marina at Pittsburg.
My whiny post from a week or so ago tells most of the stories from Pittsburg so I'll just add a few last pictures of Hannah doing some late-night prep before our midnight departure. We'd had these weathercloths made in Mexico to protect us at sea on the way back north. The wind and spray were never too bad and somehow we made it all the way to San Francisco before getting them installed. We're hoping that putting them on now doesn't give the weather gods permission to test them with bad conditions!