OK, its Thanksgiving but it is also the most glorious day – crisp, sunny and crystal clear. Too good to waste on gluttony and watching Football. So down to the sea again.
I set off from a launching slip very close to the AT&T Stadium and this time turn left and head towards the centre of town.
It is a little bit rough as I approach the Bay Bridge but the trusty outboard pushes us onward.
I cruise along the Embarcadero.
I continue onwards to the Ferry building at the end of Market Street.
This is where visceral dread enters the narrative. Looking over the bows I can see a big black lump in front of me. Seagulls circle over it. I am seized with fear. Is it a dead whale? Maybe just a a Sea Lion flopping around on the surface. No matter, I am assailed with primal fear of the animal and turn right around. This has happened to me several times in my life. When confronted by big animals, other than in zoos, I become very afraid and understand the caveman.
Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather.
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent,
To be a pilgrim.
Not me, no Tarzan I.
I turn for home as the sun goes down.
‘Now me lads be of good cheer
For the lrish coast will soon draw near
Then we’ll set a course for old Cape Clear
Jenny get your Thanksgiving oatcakes done.’
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!