Archive for September 14th, 2009

The Molinator

Monday, September 14th, 2009

We located a pair of Molas in the fog (no small feat, it was destiny).  We chased this Mola with the Yanmar in idle for quite some time over a distance of two boat lengths. It was like a sack race at Sloth Elementary. In fact juvenile Molas often compete in the same aquatic division with SE and have made it to the regional’s more than once (we’ve had to make up this story and others since we lost the Ship’s Naturalist).

Our Mola made a subtle escape at full Sunfish throttle.  Only his wide eye betrayed his attempt at evasion. We tried not to run over him.

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We answered a long debated question; what does a Sunfish do in the fog? It turns out they do the same things but with less enthusiasm. Its the same for us.   For most of Saturday, this was all we could see.

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Later we sailed through a pod of fog whales. We heard them through the hull. They told us things we could not understand.

37°19.50’N 122°37.60’W 13-Sep-09 12:00 PDT

Sausalito, Last Stop in the Bay

Monday, September 14th, 2009

Sausalito was good to us. For a week we avoided it for its upper crust reputation but we were well served with laundry, marine parts, and provisioning.

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We bought a tomato the size of K’s head (kind of medium large for a tomato) and he took a self portrait (K, not the tomato).

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SF in the fog and the Sausalito ferry dock.

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A rig check before we head offshore. Thanks Momo!

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The view from the top.

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Hmmm, that’s one foggy, high-traffic channel.

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We had to use all our tricks to get past the bridge and across the Traffic Separation Scheme without bonking into anything. We found a hole in the shipping traffic and eased across at a blistering 5 kts.

The two towers of the Golden Gate called out their presence in the fog, one a deep baritone (LeavingSF.mp3), the other a higher tenor. We were grateful they kept calling to each other as we blindly groped our way under the bridge. The only stress after that was avoiding a USCG patrol boat doing important donuts in the fog at 20 kts.

37°51.47’N 122°28.64’W 13-Sep-09 08:00 PDT