Today, on Superbowl Sunday, seventeen Petaluma Paddlers enjoyed Jono’s warm hospitality at his creekside home on Gallinas Creek in San Rafael, California.
To start the day, most of us met at China Camp State Park. The park’s eastern boundary is along the shores of San Pablo Bay, and a beach here offers pleasant access for kayaking. We paddled northwest along the shore towards nearby Gallinas Creek.
Just beyond the historic pier at the northern edge of the beach is Rat Rock, a remarkable little island, oddly familiar.
Jono knows about this island. He said it had been where the 1955 Hollywood film, Blood Alley, was made. (Jono kindly lent me his copy of the Blood Alley on DVD.)
Jono and I talked almost the whole way to his house. Jono is a good story teller. Along the way, we passed some beautiful homes and yachts. But there was a mix of yachts, not all beautiful, including some whose glory days have long since passed.
Jono has impressive credentials as a paddler-racer. These days he’s not racing paddlecraft anymore. He now has a strong appreciation for the Petaluma Paddlers who go out most Sundays on estuaries north of San Francisco. The club’s success is due largely to Ray. Jono knows that few people have Ray’s ability to interpret weather reports and tide books. Like very few others can, Ray is able to call the most enjoyable and safest paddle in the Northbay area each Sunday.
This day was no exception. Conditions for our paddle were ideal, or as Ray would say, ab fab. Here’s Ray paddling towards lunch in calm waters and warm sun.
Any outing on an estuary around here is likely to bring the paddler by some interesting birds to see. An American Avocet and two Black-Necked Stilts stood on a dock and posed for the camera.
The Black Necked Stilt has long, thin pinkish red legs.
After a little bit of bird watching, it was late morning and time to think about a midday meal. A smaller group of paddlers had launched their kayaks at Buck’s Launch at the mouth of Gallinas Creek. They joined us at Jono’s for lunch. We all pulled our boats into his back yard and fired up the barbecue.
Mike and I made a stout table by laying a stout piece of plywood across a pair of sawhorses. As always, abundant good food and drink were hauled out of the hatches and spread out to share. Ray brought sausages and buns as a main course; Dick brought a big pasta salad and there were salads, desserts, and plenty of red wine.
On the way home, a hawk perched atop a power pole near the mouth of the creek.
Edit: after some discussion over at the Petaluma Paddler Yahoo Group site, conjectures about this hawk’s identity seem to be leaning towards a juvenile red tail hawk. Below is another photo of the same bird.
If you click on the photo it should enlarge. Look at those tail feathers. Is that the right edge of a red tail?
The pleasures of the sun and fresh air, the comfort of good food, the invigoration of upper body exercise, the cheer of easy conversation—these are the hallmarks of a Petaluma Paddle and all were in abundance on this day.