Friday, January 12, 2007
Leaving San Diego
Escaping the threat of 40-knot southerlies we pulled into Glorietta Bay, right next to the Hotel Coronado. Heading in, we rowed out of the way of a huge cruise ship which I had mistaken for a building, and then continued to row around aircraft carriers and past the late-night skyline of the city. We left before I could realize my fantasy of poached eggs with hollandaise sauce and coffee in the hotel. We followed another mammoth cruise ship toward Ensenada--the passengers were most likely playing slots and enjoying the midnight buffet while we blew south in the warm, midnight Santa Anas.