We had quite a bit of company out there, like this nice sailboat heading for the Bay Bridge....
..... and this sailboat heading down the cityfront toward us.
The flags on the end of pier 39 were fluttering in a brieeze of 8-10 knots or so....
....and the city was basking in the mid-afternoon sunshine.
As we sailed past the Ft. Mason piers, we started to encounter some more sailboats, like this rather large one....
... by name of Allie, who seemed to have a solo skipper aboard.
A smaller sailboat followed....
...with five crew in the small cockpit enjoying the warm sunshine.
A Cal 25 followed ...
...also having five crew in her small cockpit.
SINNOOK passed to starboard with seemingly a lone skipper aboard.
We were beating upwind with ebb current assist and passed well in front of an inbound freighter while on a port tack heading toward Horseshoe Cove.
Fort Baker was bathed in sunshine and the headlands behind were green and beautiful.
We sailed into the cove and then tacked to the south with the rather strong ebb current dragging us out the gate at about midspan.
We sailed otu a ways, enjoying the views of the Marin Headlands, and then came about and headed back inside on port tack broad reach, making slow progress against the ebb current.
This J90 race boat was heading for the gate as we approached it from the other direction....
.... and she was also swept out the gate by the strong ebb current.
We ghosted past the lighthouse inside the north tower of the bridge and into Horseshoe Cove again, then gybed to head for home port, pulling the jib out to full for max power against the ebb current.
Off in the north, our old pal ADVENTURE CAT was heading for the gate on an afternoon outing.
At some point we spotted this nice Beneteau crossing the bay with feefed sails...
... and this small race boat that seemed to be struggling in the rather strong winds near the shore with sails flogging quite a bit.
We gradually started to overtake Freya as she did wing on wing eastward closer to the shore.
The city was vividly illuminated by the afternoon sunshine as we sailed between pier 45 and pier 39.
Freya II was doing a starboard tack broad reach as we almost caught her while passing the east marina, and we ducked behind her.
With the cruise ship still tied up at pier 35, we didn't have our favorite lee spot to sail into to douse sails, so we doused them just west of the pier in the quiet water where we usually raise sails. Then we motored into the marina only to find that that tug and barge that we saw at the marina entrance the day before was now blocking our fairway, so we had to turn around and leave the marina until the tug moved out of the way, and then we could squeeze by the barge and head for our slip.
Even though the lowest tide level was +6 inches, we were still dragging the bottom of the keel in the mud as we approached the slip and had to power into the slip and quickly go into reverse after the keel released from the mud to avoid the bow slamming into the dick. This means that the marina has silted in at least another 6 inches this year and further restricts our departure and arrival times at low tide-- VERY FRUSTRATING, TO SAY THE LEAST!!!!
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