Sausalito – small willow grove

From Angel Island, we’re motoring to Sausalito.  We’ve called a few of the marinas there and they don’t accept guests (snooty folk in Sausalito!).  Which is weird, cuz their websites actually provided info on guest berthing.  But, whatever, maybe our little 34′ trawler isn’t high-end enough for them. Ha!  Wherever we go, we are the cheapest, be it RV’s, motorcycles, exotic cars, sailboats, muscle cars, etc.


Our first camper!  Ugly on the outside, gorgeous on the inside (truly)

We leave 3 voicemail messages for Schoonmaker and by the time we’re ready to head over to Sausalito, we have ZERO response from them.  I’m thinking, Negative Nellie that I can be, they must be full up.  Rick, ever the cockamamie optimist, is thinking let’s go see if they have space.

Sure enough, there’s room for us, plenty of room!  We tie up, helped by the owner of a lovely, bigger trawler.  He and his wife have only owned their boat a short time.  He looks like a regular guy and she looks like a trophy wife million bucks.  I’m feeling out-classed.

Why is it that the wives or girlfriends always look impeccable whereas I look like a hobo I’ve been hiking at Angel Island and a couple days without a shower.  Oh, maybe because that’s the truth!  Ha.

Rick heads over to the Harbor Master’s office.  There’s a sign that gives their hours as 10-3, if I recall.  Its after 12 noon and the office is closed.  And naturally, there’s no sign saying when they’ll return.  We hope they are just off at lunch (talk about part-time) and sure enough someone comes back at 1pm.  Let’s give the clerk the benefit of the doubt and say he’s an idiot he must be new to his job.  It takes him almost 45 minutes to register for 2 nights because the clerk can’t figure out how to process the form.  And he doesn’t know there is already a big fancy sedan in the berth where he wants us to move…sigh…  Fortunately, there is room to squeeze in behind the fanciness and yay! we have a place to stay and plug in, huzzah, huzzah!


Sweet spot

The plugging-in process is a matter of taking a long, heavy extension cord, plugging one end into Ms Maggie (I can hear your rude thoughts) and the other end to a box on the dock.  Unfortunately, since we are squeezing behind the fanciness (which I shouldn’t be all dissing them because when we pulled up behind, they jumped off their boat to help us tie up, nice people!), there isn’t a regular outlet to plug into into which to plug.  We have to go buy an adapter, darn it.

There’s an Ace Hardware store (Ace is the place with the helpful hardware man, um, person) only 4 blocks away and a West Marine about 2 miles away.  Since hardware stores close to marinas often have boat supplies we check it out first.  No joy.  We hop a ride with Uber and the driver hangs out in the parking lot while we pop in.  Dang it, we totally forgot to take a pic of the outlet set up.  The adapter they have in stock has some weird flange around it and we are POSITIVE that it won’t fit but its all they have so we buy it and pray it will be OK.

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See?  Each side is different!

It fits!  Oh, blessed day, hurrah, hurray…

We check online for restaurants within walking distance.  Here’s where we ended up, this Italian seafood restaurant with a live band!  A little confusing because it has a couple different names, Sausalito Seahorse and Cucina Toscana Supper Club.

Walking to dinner we found Susurrus!  The new owner, Richard G, has it berthed in a lovely spot right next to a little park.  Richard has it looking great, he’s spent a lot of time, energy and moolah taking it to the next step.


She’s pretty, isn’t she

The next morning we lazed around the boat, drinking coffee and watching the sun come up.   Our position had a perfect view of the comings and goings of kayaks and other small watercraft, the hills across the way and boats anchored-out in the bay.


Popular kayaking spot

Some of the boats look like miniature dumps with lots of crap items stored on the decks, piled high and willy-nilly.  I can see a bass drum on one of them, an old bicycle, suitcases, tarps, metal grills, and who-knows-what-else.  There’s hardly a sailboat to see underneath all that.

Apparently, its a real problem, these derelict boats.  Here’s an interesting blog post via Sausalito Waterfront outlining the issues – from boats having no registration to people dumping sewage overboard.


Photo from Sausalito Waterfront blog

We watched someone salvage a partially submerged old woody from out in the bay  Walking to dinner, we happened upon it in their salvage yard, a big hole in its side.


Lots of characters sailing around!

Our full day in Sausalito was spent wandering around the little historic town and window-shopping.  While on our walk we happened upon this terrific band in town for Fleet Week!


Navy band having a grand old time

We enjoy spending time just sitting, taking in the atmosphere.  We parked on a bench in a little pocket park overlooking the water and watched people and bicyclists go by.  Such a pleasant day for it, too.



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There is an interesting Historical Visitor Center with many artifacts and stories about their infamous mayor, Sally Stanford.  She had a fascinating, if scandalous, life.  Click on the link for more info.

There have been a variety of famous people who lived in Sausalito – Otis Redding wrote Dock of the Bay while living in a houseboat. Tim Lincecum lived here, gangster Baby Face Nelson, author Amy Tan, to name a few.  Actors, Survivor contestant, authors, gangsters, liquor-makers, cartoonist, philosopher – and its less than 3 square miles.  If you visit, look past the boutique shops and restaurants and check out the history, too.

One cool thing to do is a visit to the Bay Model, an intricate 1 1/2 acre hydraulic display of the San Francisco Bay and Delta.

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Photo from the Bay Model website

After Sausalito, we are off to South Beach Harbor Marina 😉






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