The tide was with us, so it was just a couple short hours until we were pulling through Raccoon Straits and arriving in Ayala Cove. There were already plenty of boats which had spent the night moored in the cove:
The Compass Rose was one of the first boats to arrive at the docks though, so we were able to make up on the end tie:
Once all the mooring lines were made fast, I set out for the top of the island. With no particular plan in mind, the rest of the crew followed along:
As we turned off the perimeter road and headed up the trail, the view kept getting better:
Somewhere along the way, everyone ended up a bit spread out:
This is a rock:
This is the view next to the rock:
About three quarters of the way up, everyone stopped to check out Battery Wallace, a Spanish War era gun emplacement. There we rested and posed for photographs:
Just before we reached the top, the fog rolled in and blocked the view of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge:
But from the peak of Mount Livermore, you could just make out the Compass Rose in the cove below:
On the other side there was a good view of the East Garrison:
Having already seen one side of the island, everyone opted to hike down the other side on the way back:
This probably had something to do with the fact that it was warm and this was the shady side:
We returned to the dock in time for lunch:
In the afternoon everyone split off into various groups to entertain themselves. I wasn't there, but apparently there was some controversy over who owed whom five dollars for touching a dead jellyfish that washed up on the beach. The jury's apparently still out.
Leaving Raccoon Straits, we were able to glimpse the bridge again:
As we headed up the Petaluma River, an incessant squeaking noise started in the pilothouse. Further investigation revealed that we had chirping stowaways camped out above our port sidelight:
Fortunately the ship was moored in her home berth well before sunset so their parents could feed them.
Stay tuned for more adventures...
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