Fenders and tie lines.....
21 September 2009 | Pier 32 San Diego
Captn Lawnboy
We are here. I have a private slip...it's been paid for; for the last 3 months....moorage here is at a premium, this is my space, I own it, here we are.....it's hot, at least 85 and nice and dry. It was a 2 hour 39 minute run from the entrance of SD Harbor to here...we almost got run over by a Coast Guard Clipper....I've slept 1.5 hrs since yesterday....so goes the life of the dog watch seaman.
We got the lay of the land as "Jimmey" had me fill out more paperwork than my last mortgage for this transient slip assignment. By the way, he's very pretty and has a nice earring in the wrong ear
The triumph of making landfall is pale against my desire to keep moving on....keep moving south, go to mexico and south... I do not want to stop...although, a nice nites sleep in calm waters seems orgasmic at the moment.
I am clean, squeaky clean. The showers look like an upscale gym in LA. Tile floors and walls, lockers, hair dryers in the wall...yeah, WTF....and every door accessed by the do-hickey around your neck...some electronic card gizmo. I am in the most upscale, newest in 15 yrs marina in so.cal. Welcome to my world.
On the way back to the boat, I made eyes at the gal who runs the "cruisers pub"...said I had some fillet mignon to cook up on the yacht and needed a bottle of red. She smiled, giggled, said gimme your neck, swiped my card and handed me a bottle of Merlot to die for....all for a mere 34.95. let's party!
dinner is done, pops is sawing logs and I'm really ready to crash since it's been now 20 hrs with no real sleep. I have scrubbed this tub from top to bottom, cleaned below, pickled the watermaker, made flight arrangements first class ( my secret gift to dad) arranged a taxi to the airport, on and on....I've been pounding all day....it's my job!
I will probably do another entry while on the plane home....till then -
WE MADE IT!!!!! Dad clinked glasses with me tonight during dinner and said, " F-ing A, my son....F-ing A, " meaning, we made it, and.....thanks, thanks for making my dream come true....my throat swelled, my eyes welled, as I looked away I said, No, thank you...............