Very calm today. The sails just flopped around. Motored to Santa Monica. Ran into--ugh--smog as soon as we passed Point Dume. So smoggy we could scarcely see the shore. Visibility maybe 2 or 3 miles. How do people stand to live down here?
Tied to the public dock in Marina del Rey about 4:30. I walked over to the Santa Monica Yacht Club to see if they had a guest slip available. We had stayed there a couple of times before, but this time they didn't have a vacancy. Phoned a couple of other yacht clubs. One is closed Mondays and Tuesdays. The other had a dock we could tie to, but there wouldn't be anyone there after five o'clock to give us a key. By then, it was ten to five, and I doubted we could even find the place in ten minutes (this is a huge marina), so we decided to stay at the public dock. It cost $20, but at least we were close to stores.
Walked over to the shopping center and bought a few things at West Marine and a drugstore. Then we decided to eat supper at the terrific salad bar we'd been to two or three times previously. We couldn't remember the name of the place, but we sure remembered the food! Roy didn't remember how to get there, in fact he didn't even think it was in Santa Monica, but I took him straight to it. The name turned out to be "Soup Plantation". No wonder we couldn't remember it! Anyway, the food was as delicious as ever, especially the muffins.
Roy still feels crummy.
Tried twice to phone Jeanette and Nancy, and Roy tried to phone his brother Ken. No luck.
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