Not much wind today. Had to motorsail to Channel Islands Harbor. Got there around 3 p.m. Tied to the fuel dock and refilled our tank and jerry cans.
I tried to phone a couple of yacht clubs but got nothing but machines. We decided to putt-putt up and down the channel and try to spot a yacht club with a vacant guest dock. The first one we approached didn't have a guest dock, but a man on a boat told us to try the Pacific Corinthian Yacht Club down by the bridge. That was one I had phoned, and the message had said it was closed on Mondays, but we went down there anyway. Sure enough, there was a long, empty guest dock, so we tied up.
The gate on the gangplank could be opened from our side but not from the outside without a key, so Roy stayed on the boat while I wandered around looking for the office. Sure enough, the yacht club was closed, but right next to it was the Pacific Corinthian Marina, and the women in the office there registered us and gave us the key.
We had the yacht club all to ourselves! And it was a really nice one. Restrooms, showers, laundry, even a swimming pool. It was a little cool for a swim, but we washed two loads of clothes.
Roy and I walked over to the shopping center, bopped some money out of an ATM, and bought a few groceries.
After supper, I phoned my daughter Kathy and found out the Bill of Sale from Michael Stoner had arrived! I could scarcely believe it, and neither could Roy. We've been trying for years to document the boat but were unable to do so because we lacked a Bill of Sale from the previous owner. All our attempts to locate him had failed. Then, just a few days before we left Richmond, I phoned the Federal Bureau of Prisons in San Francisco and found out they would forward a letter to him, so I wrote immediately. (He's on parole for drug-running.) And he actually filled out the Bill of Sale and had it notarized! I asked Kathy to mail it to General Delivery in San Diego, so it should be waiting for us when we get there.
Kathy also told me that my daughter Nancy and her husband Jim are going to fly down to Mexico and go sailing with us. That will be fun!
Everything would be perfect if it weren't for the fact that Roy has a miserable cold, or maybe the flu.
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