As arranged, Blake and Grant met us at the edge of the river. They truck-topped their boat all the way from San Francisco which seemed to work all right.
We carried the boats down to the dock on the far side of the river, and ended up rowing across as we were becalmed.
Setting up at the dock.
Safely parked across the river. In both of our cases, the dark letters have fallen off but there's an interesting thing here.
There were quite a few vintage wood boats on display so well worth a visit. Come next year. It's good.
So, eventually we decided to head out, but the problem of our old nemesis, the low 'D' Street bridge loomed.
The Mirror fleet sails under the bridge pursued by gunboats.
Then onto Gilardi's marina (again..) about 4 miles down river.
After yet another safe arrival, and amazingly with nothing broken (Shawn's repair to the broken gaff jaw worked perfectly and actually looked like the original piece), we landed to the usual questions about what kind of boats they were. It's true to say you can see the red sails coming a mile way so probably not the best boats to sneak up on anyone.
Having survived yet another daring mission, we grabbed the usual celebratory beverage as might be expected. The only minor problem was we landed at a dock that meant the boats had to be carried out rather than pulled onto a trailer via a boat ramp but this didn't turn out to be a problem.
Mullings:
For once, none really as we didn't break anything and everything went to plan. Most unusual!