We had just spend the better part of three months sailing in and around San Francisco
Bay getting boat and crew ready for points further south.
Despite a minor gear
failure that rendered auto pilot an expensive dead weight (but vane steered beautifully!), the passage
to San Diego
went off without a hitch. Bolstering the confidence of this small and somewhat inexperienced crew of two.
We entered San Diego
on a strong beam reach with the rail of our Hans Christian down in about 23 knots of breeze. Wonderful!
Even managed to pilot up to the Police docs without mishap (no small feat given how challenging a full keel
boat can by to maneuver in tight quarters).
I shut everything down and got the paperwork going. While sitting in the salon
I noticed a clicking sound that I had never heard before.
I started listening closer. Moving around the boat. Putting my ear to each area to try to localize the source. Thing was, every place that I moved to seemed like the new origin of the sound.
Frustrated, I went for a worried walk.
Came back, looked some more. Started taking things apart. Tried to sleep, worried some more. Looked more. Arrghhh!!!!
Two days this went on. I felt like an insane person that hears voices in their head
Finally said to heck with it and went for a beer
with some fellow sailors I had met up in the Bay area.
Started telling the tale to them. Grins started to creep across faces. Then outright laughter.
It seems that there are shrimp that make a clicking noise
and the sound was resonating through the fiberglass hull
. No wonder it sounded like it was coming from everywhere....it was!