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I was sent back from San Diego this morning. The Bay Club Hotel and Marina.

I tried to talk them into keeping me but the only openings were for busboy at the less busy times.

In fact, most times are less busy this time of year which is a mystery to me as it is the peak of perfection for a boy from the desert.

I had virtually the same room. Second floor, mid hall. On the marina side. I watched other people's boats and some of the other people as they did what boat people do which, as far as I can tell, isn't a whole fuck of a lot sailing.

These are mostly power boats but enough sail to make it seem a little more dramatic.

On the Bay side, a lot more excitement. All the way from US Navy ships returning to the, now almost fully decommissioned, base there to the smaller, faster boats now in fashion. Kayaks. A bunch of those. Labor intensive and scrunched up. Your ass has to be within narrower bounds than a couple of people I saw.

A lot of the boats are for fishing. I watch them go out in the morning and come back at night. Some with a lot of fish. What do they do with them? Well, take a lot of photos of themselves for a start.

I got there on Sunday which is a good day to drive as most of the traffic is going the other way. It is still a little fraught at intersections of major routes but I have to remember that some people survive much worse on a daily basis.

I left this morning after the rush and the whole thing took a couple of hours without a sweat.

Home in time for a lunch and a nap and now sort of back to normal. Fortunately it is Thursday, Date Night. We are off to Al Dente. I have had no Italian cuisine on this trip. Fish, more fish and then some seafood. All fresh of course.

They have redecorated the Bay Club Hotel and it is very nice. The people are the same.

Morning walks each day before breakfast then another in the other direction while they clean my room. My legs are tired. I am not used to that much walking.

The weather was fine, not gorgeous. Cloudy at times and a little rumbly and even a few drops last night on the deck.

I am glad to be home and happy to be able to go each year to this place that has so much of a strong feeling for me. Weights go off, the air around me expands and I am close to water once more. I do not miss it until I get on the other side and can see it in the distance. Then I am right there getting filled up for another year.

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