We have been in the San Francisco Bay area for nearly three weeks. A lot has happened in those three weeks. We wore out our sandals walking all over this fabulous city. As you already know, the San Francisco vibe has charmed us.
|At a dock for the first time in|
Can I make a confession? That was my first Yacht Club experience. I never thought of myself as a yachtie. We're more like the hillbillies of yachting. Okay, I'm exagerating, but there's more gypsy than yachtie when it comes to our identity as boaters. It turns out the Oakland Yacht Club is a very laid back club. To quote one of its members, it's even a little redneck. (Please forgive the generalization.) One had to wonder, how would Kyra fit in there?
Let me tell you about our experience at OYC. First, Steve and Carmel, who were both on the same dock welcomed us warmly. We then met Jim who gave Rick a hard time for sorting our laundry in preparation for a trip to the laundromat. Well, if you know me, you'll know I razzed him right back. THIS mister, is an equal opportunity boat! The next day, Jim asked if we'd crew on his boat for the Oktober Fest Regatta, he needed crew. We said yes. That was my first dip into racing sailboats. After many laughs and a couple mishaps, this very patient skipper took us out for dinner at the club. The razzing didn't stop.
And then there was Kyra's eye. My eye had been giving me trouble for the entire time we'd been in San Francisco. I'd already been forced to navigate the American Medical System once, (and that my friends, is an adventure when you're Canadian). By the time I got to the OYC and the race was done, I was in agony. When Steve found out, he personally called his eye doctor. I was in that doctor's waiting room a half an hour later. Steve drove me there. I found out I had Acute Iritis, a condition linked to my Ankylosing Spondylitis. Steve drove me to the drug store and back to the club. Carmel, kept dropping off fruit and treats, while checking in on us. And Jim offered us rides if we needed them. All I can say is, we were overwhelmed by the kindness of these people, who only recently were strangers to us.
After 5 days, we said goodbye and left to explore Angel Island, to celebrate my birthday. We had fun hiking in the rain, although the deer seemed annoyed by our presence. We came back to the boat, muddy, scratched and wet, but happy. Rick made me a wacky cake, and I blew out the candles. Wow, I'm officially 39 now.
We are now back in Aquatic Park readying ourselves, at long last, for our departure from the Bay. Monterey, here we come!