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Relative Calm

Point Richmond
July 24, 2005

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Rarely so glad to ease a boat into its slip and tie her up as I was on Sunday, after wrestling with a series of challenges, from strong currents that wanted to dash us onto the pilings of the Richmond Bridge, a loose jib that danced menacingly in 25-knot winds, and finally complete irons with an engine that wouldn't start, as the current pulled us toward the Chevron pier. Not the relaxing day we'd hoped for, not a day to be out on the bay with three kids in life preservers, but one that felt good to get through and back into the relative calm of Brickyard Cove.