The crew of Brittania called us around noon to let us know that they were heading out. We were supposed to be ready, but instead we made and ate lunch. I told them we would be right behind them, knowing that—with their jib in the loft—we should be able to catch up to them. For the next half hour we scurried around making Convivia ready, a task we hadn’t done in over a month.
When we entered the channel it was still foggy enough that we couldn’t see Brittania and the wind was light enough that I was still thinking full sail. By the time we exited the channel we had wisely decided on a double reef and the air was already starting to clear. We contacted our buddy boat on the VHF and made arrangements to meet near the end of the Berkeley pier.
We met up, snapped a bunch of photos and then had an awesome time tacking and jibing around them. By the time we all headed back the sky had lightened up and we could see patches of blue here and there.
We entered the harbor feeling triumphant. I proudly backed the boat in while the crew of Britannia watched and felt a little surge when I nailed it. I considered the day a raging success; no one got hurt and nothing broke.
We ended the day by decorating the boat as Ruby had prescribed and then headed out to Chipotle for a quick but satisfying dinner. Home now, tired, warm in the cheeks, and full.
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