Well, I for sure can tell what time the airplanes get to take off here in San Diego, 6:31 sharp. By 6:40 this morning I heard 17 planes go screaming overhead, not sure if they’re going to clear our mast ‘cuz there’s a low cloud cover.

We’re here in the huge port of San Diego for as short a time as possible. Meeting a mechanic on Tuesday morning to look at the fuel leak, hopefully he’ll kick us down the road with an all clear and under warranty. Thank goodness for Uber, otherwise we’d be wishing for Tucker’s skateboard I told him not to bring. We’re going to Home Depot, Trader Joe’s, West Marine, a dive shop and need to find a bulk food store for good granola. We have quite the lists, Amelia is our list maker.

The past few days haven’t been too exciting. The highs were definitely catching more tuna. Tucker’s getting good at filleting them and the BBQ. Low was definitely the sound of the engine droning on and on…..it’s so sweet the few times we’ve had wind and it gets turned off. Gabe is continuously amazed at how many people can live in this half of the state.

The kids…….I can’t call them kids, the young adults I’m traveling with have gotten some small but fun surf, I think they’re appreciating Santa Cruz for its waves. They’ve fallen into roles on the boat, Tucker’s navigating and everything fish, Amelia’s taking after her dad and cooking up a storm, Gabe attacks anything mechanical I throw at him and fixes it, I couldn’t ask for a better crew. I’ve been teaching them about the boat and every now and then I quiz them randomly: Gabe, how many fire extinguishers do we have? Answer: Sir, one in the V birth, one under the chart table, one in the aft cabin and one on the lazarette lid, sir! Good boy. Amelia, thru hulls? Tucker how does the steering system work? They’re going to be running this boat soon.

I’ve pretty much put away my long pants and jackets, going for shorts and the sun protection gear instead. The hair on my face keeps growing.

There goes another plane, it may have clipped our VHF antenna, damn, gotta row in and call an Uber!

Tor out