Adam and I met in SF at my office and then headed to dinner at Delarosa. It was tasty food, but nothing special. We headed back and got things sorted so Adam could take the kayaks to his hotel room near the pier. I slept in the office on the futon, and it was a pretty good night’s sleep. I didn’t realize it at the time, but when things fell over at 10:30pm it was a small earthquake.
The next morning we got up dark and early. I walked my gear over to Adam’s hotel and we headed down to pier 1 1/2, where we had left off the previous trip. We each had small issues with our Oru’s. I had folded mine poorly the previous time and bent the front bulkhead. Luckily it wasn’t a terribly important part as long as we kept to moderately calm waters.
We got in and had a bit of a run in with a tug pushing a barge that wanted to get into a dock we were near. We got out of the way fast once a security boat came over and told us that’s what it wanted. We were just trying to stay still and be predictable. We left the SF coast shortly after that and made our way to Alcatraz.
It was neat to see Alcatraz from the water, and the whole way out we were at the 0 tidal flow time. This made for some very smooth water. Things started to pick up a bit more as we paddled from Alcatraz to Angel Island. The current was clearly starting to flow into the bay, and as we rounded the last point on Angel Island some strong eddies caught us and we had to fight them to get to the shore.
Once on shore we scouted out our campsite, which was slightly up a cliff from the beach. It was nicely sized and up the hill from there were the remnants of the Civil War base. We dropped our stuff off at camp in the raccoon proof bins, then headed to the ferry port. We grabbed a quick lunch at the cafe, and found out there would be a tour of the island happening in less than an hour. We waited around for that and hopped on when it started. The tour was interesting as we drove past the four military bases on the island: Civil War, WWI & WWII, Cold War, and Southeast Asia conflicts. There was also the Chinese internment camp for the Chinese Exclusion Act. Most things were close because it was a Tuesday so we didn’t get to go into any of the museums.
After getting back to the ferry area we hiked to the peak. We saw a ton of deer, vultures, and views of the bay. After the hike we ended back up at camp. I communicated with work for a bit and Adam read. I then walked around the Civil War base, and it strangely serene being there alone. I watched the sunset and enjoyed the peace of the place.
Adam had gotten cold before I got back so he got in his tent and was hanging out in there. I set up my sleeping bag on top of a table to keep it from getting dusty. I slept under the stars that night and saw some amazing shooting stars and counted satellites.
We slept in a bit the next morning and headed out at the low tide point to avoid tidal flows. As we rounded the point to head north we saw some of the rare bay porpoises. I wasn’t able to get a picture as they came up and dove quickly. We paddled up the western side of the bay from there. Adam’s hip was hurting from being stationary and not having stretched before getting in the kayak, but he pushed onward until we passed San Quentin and the Richmond bridge. We pulled out at the Gun and Rod club dock and got a ride back to the city so I could follow up with all the work things that had happened.