Thanksgiving weekend, having no girls to feed or care for, I decided to go on a cruise. My choices were Half Moon Bay, Drake’s Bay, a rounding of the Farallones, or some combination. The troublesome factor was not wanting to reach a new-to-me anchorage in the dark, and the huge ebb tidal flow out the Gate in the late afternoons, which meant that once I left the bay I was not getting back in. Winds mid-morning Friday were nothing-to-5 kts, so I started motoring up to Drake’s Bay. There was a slight favorable current most of the time, but under engine I was faster than the wind coming from my transom.
The last few miles saw Pt. Reyes itself cloaked in a thick fog bank. I found my horn and quickly refreshed myself on the signaling rules for powered vessels under way in reduced visibility in the COLREGs. I was thinking also on how I might have spent some of the enroute hours in rigging my new radar reflector. Visibility was about 100 ft as I groped slowly forward for the last mile, keeping a sharp eye out for the big mooring buoy near where I wanted to anchor — which is unlighted, and might not be where the GPS said it was. Finally, dead ahead, a white sloop loomed into view. It was S/V Tiger Beetle, a friend from the SSS and Grand Marina. I hailed Rob and Kristen aboard, and we rafted up for some drinks and snacks.
I had thought to sail down to HMB on Saturday, or some other destination, but the weather was so perfect (and the wind still so light) that I figured that I was already in the best place I was likely to find. Rob gave me a ride to shore in his dinghy, and I got to walk around for a few hours at the end of Pt. Reyes.