Where Berkeley meets the Bay.
No, we're not here on holiday. Honest!
Slightly less picturesque entrance to Oakland.
Down by the Bay.
The clubhouse.
One of their boats.
Heading out.
Captain Carol. When the wind died down her chat kept the sails inflated...
Ahoy there, me hearties!
Three boats and the Bay Bridge.
Englishman, silly hat.
The San Francisco skyline.
That's the Golden Gate Bridge to the right, obscured by the fog bank that rolls in every afternoon (but never reaches Berkeley!)
David takes the helm.
