Now we are set for the 2 days of airshows, Saturday and Sunday, with a group of people each day.
Saturday is Pam, Paul, the Andys, Susan and Daryl. That morning we pop over to the grocery for the usual snacky foodstuffs and expect everyone around 10am.
Once everyone is on board and the snacks are stashed (and instructions for the potty given), we head over to our planned anchoring spot. The weather is fantastic, gorgeous and clear. Wearing a jacket is fine, no need to bundle up like crazy.
We have 1 casualty, Pam. She is getting seasick and takes some Dramamine to help. In spite of the non-drowsy pill, she ends up taking a nap at the bow, while the rest of us watch the show. She is a real trouper for sticking it out. Everyone else had a great time!
During the course of the afternoon more and more boats showed up on the bay to watch the different shows – Canadian Snow Birds – very striking colors, a couple acrobatic bi-planes, the Patriots (GO Patriots! They are out of Byron, which is in our neck of the woods), the United 747 being retired (sponsors of the show), and finally, the stars of the show, the Blue Angels. By the time the Blue Angels were there it was pretty crowded.
We were all mostly anchored and swinging at the mercy of the current and waves. Once in awhile someone came close enough to us – or vice versa – and it was pandemonium. There would be a scurry of activity as we rushed to push another boat out of our way or toss fenders over the rail to cushion the blow.
Once the show was over we pulled up anchor and made our way back to the marina – along with a hundred other boats of all shapes and sizes. AND during this entire time, the Rocket Boat, the ferries and the tour boats were doing their thing. Contributing to the mayhem. Their wakes are really wakey…
It was incredibly wavey. I mean BOUNCY like we’d rarely seen before. We had drawers and cabinets slamming open and shut and, yes, Pam still trying valiantly to keep her composure with all the up and down and side to side and up and down and up and down and…well, you get the picture… Pam’s a boater from the Delta, we didn’t consider the difference between Delta and Bay boating.
When the boat really started rocking, I picked up a tray of food and handed it to my sister, Susan, to hold…she turned white and shook her head. She was ‘this close’ to losing her lunch, too. I am a bad sister, I hadn’t even noticed. She was able to keep it together, though.
Andrew had stayed up top on the flybridge. The boat was rockin’ side to side, he guesstimated about a 30 degree angle. I was trying not to think about my first-born son (and father of my future grandchildren) up there, all alone, hangin’ on for dear life!
So many of us all headed in the basically same direction, with the ferry and tour boats are stuck waiting for the parade of boats to get out of their way.
Once we got back to shore we went to dinner with the Andys (our son Andrew and d-i-l Andrea, the Andys, get it?). So nice and relaxing and we were able to sit outside, in San Francisco, in October! OK, there might have been an outdoor heater in the area, but still.
The 2nd day was much like the 1st day, but with a different group of people. Rick’s brother Ron and parents, Harvey and Jan.
Oh, we did learn from the day before and didn’t head back to the marina right after the end of the show. That made a huge difference in the size of the waves so the ride back wasn’t so rocky. Then we went to dinner at Ron’s house, with its fantastic views of the city and Ron’s excellent cooking! His wife, Ingrid, couldn’t come that day cuz she was out of town, darn it. I can always count on her taking terrific pictures, much better than mine. She uses a real camera!
The next day we we woke up to this:
Later we discovered Mom and Dad had left some things on board, so we boated over to Benicia and met them there. What took them an hour took us 2.5 hours! But we had more fun!
Then we stopped in Pittsburg again for gas, to pump out the holding tank and to return the gate/restroom key we accidentally stole a few days before.
It was a mostly uneventful trip except for a little shortcut that took us by a dock where a couple men came running out of their work sheds yelling at us! At just that moment we saw a sign on the dock that said Restricted Area. We weren’t stopping at the dock so who cared, honestly, but apparently, that entire slough is restricted because of ammunition being stored there? Funny, no signs or mention of it on the chart. Oh well, it was exciting for them, I’m sure. Something unusual happened that day!
So that’s our week, Fleet Week. Fun, friends, family, food, adventure. Hmmm, I need a word for adventure that begins with F in order to keep that alliterative phrase going. Got one for me? 😉