Ayala Cove 05 08 06
Darkness set in at Ayala Cove. Vivi and I were exhausted from hiking the island. We settled into bed
, looking forward to some rest. The boat bucked and swayed at its moorings. I prayed for the distant ferries to stop churning up the seas. I looked at the clock and noticed the nearby barometer dropped another 2 points. Every minute we hoped for the foul weather
We heard the flags
snap. Gusts of wind
first came from the West and later, from the East. An icy sliver of wind
came in from the gap in my port window. I saw the currents swirling menacingly around the boat. We settled into our berths, dozing fitfully. A pale shaft of moonlight sliced down between our narrow V berths. We were roused each time the boat sloshed and crunched through a new set of waves.
In the inky darkness, I could hear the splash of running water
coming from the engine
room. I sprang out of bed
, alarmed at the thought of the boat being holed and the bilge
pumps running on such a foul night. I grabbed the spot light and opened the door to the aft deck
. A fresh splash of cold wind rushed in the door, the stars shown icily above. I lit up the aft deck
and saw the mooring
lines taught at an odd angle. The mooring
ball was tipped over, straining to hold our vessel. The currents rushed past the boat, splashing against the side. I’ve never seen such a strong current
. A look below showed only our trusty engine
hunched in the well. I returned to my bunk and pulled the thin blankets over my shoulder.
The next morning, the sky was white with morning mist. Our neighboring boats were moving off into the haze. Our brains were dense, our eyes sticky with a lack of restful sleep. We hastily departed Ayala cove in route
to San Francisco
. We were looking forward to warmth, calm water
and terra firma.
Looking back, we enjoyed the hike around Angel Island. We took a different route
and saw a new side of the island. We had a magic moment when Vivi and I took the Zodiac
ashore and sat on a sunny beach, admiring the cove and the sight of our boat moored off shore. Knowing what I know now, I would have made this a day trip. Mid week, you will find that you are the only ones on the island, making it all the more special.
We’re going on ten days now. Memories of work, home, families and our dogs
are fading away. The feeling of the never ending summer vacation
is upon us.