notes from the boat
It seemed like a good idea to drive to Yosemite and so off we went, at great
speed as we had an invitation for dinner that evening with Adam and his
wife, Erin at their home near Palo Alto. Carl had driven his car up to
Sausalito after a meeting in Los Angeles and it seemed like a good idea to
take advantage of the opportunity and drive to Yosemite.
Top down, hair streaming in the wind, Gemma and Winston crammed in the
passenger seat and reaching speeds in excess of extremely fast, we made it
to the entrance to Yosemite. A national park, the daily entrance fee was
twenty dollars. Not a huge sum of money but for some strange reason, one we
didn't appear to have. Counting up change from the ashtray and collecting
everything we had, we managed to scrape together the entry fee and on we
went into the stunning park for our whirlwind tour. Arriving near Yosemite
village we gazed up at Half Dome, the photography of Ansel Adams had
captured the majesty of the rock face perfectly. Winston swam briefly in the
Merced river, we walked among the redwoods and then the Yosemite express
We made it to Adam and Erin's house just in time for dinner, dusty and weary
but refreshed quickly with good wine and conversation. Too soon, we headed
back into San Francisco, across the Golden Gate and back to the boat.
Our Sausalito summer came to a sudden end as we realised we needed to go
back to Los Angeles. With a reluctant farewell to Ian and Jen, we enjoyed a
final meal together and next morning, cast off the lines and headed south,
enjoying excellent sailing on the way.
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