October 20, 1997
Moss Landing, California, USA
I left Santa Cruz this morning just before noon. I wanted to reach Monterey this evening,
although I knew it would be dark by the time I got there. I decided to shoot for Moss
Landing just in case I couldnt make it. Ken told me that I would know it was Moss
Landing by the massive smoke stacks. I could see the stacks almost from Santa Cruz, but
beyond the stacks I couldnt see anything. It was completely fogged in.
I was expecting to have a rendezvous with the Coast Guard helicopter today, so I called
the Coast Guard station in Monterey on my VHF and asked them to check it out. They called
San Francisco and then contacted me to say that the chopper is not available today. I
wasnt disappointed - Ill try again farther down the coast.
By the time I got to Moss Landing, it was already 4:30pm, so I paddled directly into the
marina, and looked for a place to park my boat for the night. As I came alongside the
dock, a grungy old man walked toward me and started untying a small sailboat. I thought he was making room for me, so I said, "You dont need to do that." "What
are you..." he said, "some kinda angel?" Upon hearing his slurred response,
I knew the man was totally blitzed. He then crawled onto the untied boat, and motored out
of the marina. Im quite sure Im not an angel, and Im positive that
sailor shouldnt have untied his boat.
I knew Mike Mulligan was waiting for me at Monterey Bay Kayaks, so I found a phone and
told him where I was. After picking me up, we drove to the hotel where he and Mary, his
mother-in-law, are staying. Im in Mikes hotel room at this time and we are just about to
head down for some grub. On Wednesday, I plan to dive in the kelp forest at Monterey. Im totally psyched!