Enjoyed a blissful night's sleep, except for the air compressor going on around 2:30 a.m. I had turned it on during my watch yesterday, but when the gauge showed sufficient pressure, I turned it off. Apparently, Roy turned it on later and forgot to turn it off. Grrrrr.
Got up early and went over to the public phone to call Roy. Got him! He was just about to leave the shop and almost didn't answer the phone. It's a good thing I phoned him, because it hadn't once crossed his mind to do what I reminded him of.
He told me that yesterday evening when he and Al were waiting for the driver from the rental agency, he suddenly remembered he didn't have the letter that was the main reason he was going to Richmond, so he dashed back to the boat and got it. Got back to where Al was just seconds before the driver from the rental agency arrived. Luckily, I had had the foresight to leave the gate ajar. If it had been locked, Roy wouldn't have been able to get back to the boat.
Roy also told me he nearly had an accident driving from Santa Cruz to San Jose on 17. (That stretch of road is notorious; there are probably more accidents on it than any other highway in the country.) Two cars had apparently smashed into each other and were spread broadside across the road right in front of him as he rounded a curve. It was raining, so when he hit the brakes, the car went into a skid. Roy didn't think he'd be able to stop in time, but fortunately, he managed to bring the car to a halt on the right shoulder.
It's a nice stormy day. After breakfast, I walked over to the Harbor Master's office and paid for last night and tonight. Then I walked around to get some fresh air and exercise. I love feeling the wind and rain blowing against my face. Walked along the shore, watching the waves pounding in. I was wearing my foul-weather coat but should have worn the pants and boots, too; my jeans, shoes, and socks were soaked. When I got back to the boat, I dried off and put on dry clothes.
There are gale warnings from Point Arena to Point Conception, so we'll be here in the Santa Cruz Marina for several days, but at least we've started on our trip.
Roy got back around five, having accomplished most, but not quite all, of what he'd set out to do. He also brought back about 500 pounds of parts and tools. It's a good thing he had a car; if he'd been getting on and off buses with all that stuff, his arms would be two feet longer by now.
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