More on the title later. For now, please note that we have finally arrived in San Diego, West-coast home of the US Navy, the America's Cup (back when we were winning them), and the 2007 Baja Ha-Ha fleet.

We departed Newport on Saturday the 29th, bound for Oceanside. We didn't know much about this sleepy little port, other than it occupied a favorable location roughly half way between Newport and San Diego. As is often the case when expectations are low we were pleasantly surprised, as the harbor was clean and well run, the people were friendly, and the beer was cold. The local yacht club gave us privileges for 2 nights at no charge, but rest assured that we made our usual and customary contribution to the local economy...one round of drinks at a time.

A highlight of the Oceanside stop was their beach, a true SoCal scene with palm trees, bathing beauties, and surfer-dudes doing their thing just off shore. Maddie and Sophie played for a couple of hours in the breaking surf, laughing their sand-scrubbed fannies off every time they were pummeled by a breaking wave.

But San Diego beckoned. There's something about wanting to reach your final destination, even if you are terribly early. After an easy motor-sail down the coast, we checked in with the SD Harbor Police and were assigned a slip, where we will remain until the middle of next week when we move to an anchorage further down the harbor. In the meantime, we will install our new watermaker, attend some meetings and seminars, and let the air into a few bottles of our favorite adult beverages.

Oh yeah...about the "Hootie" thing...our new dock-neighbors (fellow haha'ers Glen, Marilyn and Jaryd aboard Tin Soldier) found out that the 90's band "Hootie and the Blowfish" were playing at a local water-front bar (my, how they've fallen). We loaded up in the dinghies and sputtered over, where we were treated to a free blast-from-the-past concert. Nancy and I loved it, but the girls both fell asleep...they just don't get the Hootie-thing.