Wed October 21 San Diego
Jerry and I awoke at sunrise to enjoy our morning cup of coffee ritual. Then we leisurely got around to agreeing on the play (or is it plan) of the day: a half day of project work on RD and half day of exploring San Diego. And then we go our separate ways for a few days.
There is always a list of project work on a boat that extends to the horizon. It’s delusional to think that one day you will whittle it down to zero. We picked two urgent ones and went to work, finishing them and closing up the tool boxes at noon.
RD is anchored off Coronado Island, so the trip from our anchor to San Diego involves our dinghy ride to a public dock, a walk to a nearby bus stop, a long wait for the next bus, a bus ride to the Ferry Terminal, and a ferry ride to the Broadway station on the San Diego shore.
What is it that everyone complains about? It’s not the weather.
It’s the San Diego public bus system.
Total time for this trip “across town” is almost three hours (including the one hour wait for a bus). The bus schedule per se isn’t a problem but trusting that the bus will arrive is, so we kibitz with a lovely couple from St. Louis to pass the time. A watched-for bus never arrives — at least not in San Diego, where they get D- for public transportation.
Don’t expect printed bus schedules on the buses, city maps at the bus stops, an app that provides the essential information you need, on-time buses, or frequencies the accommodate passengers. Wake up San Diego and read the Seattle playbook; they know how to do public transportation to reduce cars on the roads.
That recipe of perseverance and patience pays off, and we finally arrive at the Maritime Museum of San Diego, where we have an impossibly short time to see this museum.
Put Mystic Seaport (Mystic, CT) and this museum on your must-see museums of our country’s relationship with the sea over the past 100 years. Did you know that the first submarine and the first flight of a powered aircraft both occurred at the turn of the century before we were alive?
The technology of the sea and the sky have both transformed our lives in the past 100+ years.
Five pm came all too soon. I said goodbye to Jerry and returned to RD in time to turn on the anchor light, while he went on to meet the love of his life and spend the weekend with her at a school reunion. RD welcomed me home and thanked me for a drink of amps for the house batteries. It seemed strangely lonely, but I soon relished the peace and tranquility, and the reflection time.
I particularly miss my sons and grandsons this evening. But I’m on a sailing odyssey for a year or more. That’s what my Dad did. At about my age he took a year to sail around the world as ship’s doctor on a clipper ship. I’m just doing my unconscious best to follow his script. It is my destiny, although it brings a belief in my free will into question.