The California Delta

We’re sharing a secret: the best kept secret in California is the Delta.  Sometimes called the California Delta, sometimes the Sacramento Delta.  It is an amazing place especially in the fall.  Located northeast of the San Francisco Bay, this 1,000-mile network of inland waterways—the major drainage from the snow-capped Sierra Nevada to the east to San Francisco Bay along the coast—is a dreamland for boaters, birders, and outdoor enthusiasts. Levees protect tiny towns like Locke, a once thriving Chinese settlement and now a fascinating glimpse at a bygone era.

Keep the binoculars handy in fall: the Delta’s quiet waters provide major habitat for migratory birds, with some 200 species, including swans and sandhill cranes, sited at places like Stone Lakes National Wildlife Refuge, near Elk Grove. Fisherman also flock to the Delta to try their luck at snagging impressive fish in these brackish waters; a big prize is the California a green sturgeon—a creature that looks like an ancient river monster, living a century and reaching up to 7 feet long. The Delta’s winding waterways also make for outstanding water-skiing and house boating in summer, with popular marinas in Stockton, Lodi, and Isleton.

We’ve finally made it with Mahdee to the Delta this year. Anchor windlass woes and various other commitments all behind us now, we’re in the land of milk and honey. The California Delta. Warm, sunny days, cool refreshing nights. No bugs so far, birds everywhere to entertain the ships’ cat Beryl and the fish are jumping. We just may have to find a place to buy a fishing license. The California Delta will be our cruising grounds for the upcoming weeks. We’re on slowwwww internet access now, so here’s some YouTube Delta inspiration. Pics from Mahdee’s trip up here will be posted hopefully in a few days.  Read more about visiting the California Delta by car or boat on the Visit California site.

Getting there included (motor) sailing up through the Carquinez Strait

The view from our cockpit right now at the Antioch Marina

Visit the California Delta

The Spot By The Bay Bridge

Twas the spot by the Bay bridge, where the still airs sit,
Not a boat was sailing, not even one bit.
Our sails were set on the spars with care,
In hopes that big winds soon would be there.

Crew sat in the cold, “please sunshine” they said,
While visions of trade winds danced in their heads.
And Skipper drinking coffee, while I scooted inside,
We settled into drifting, along with the tide.

When out on the water there arose such a vision,
A trio of America’s Cup boats might drift to collision.
Jumping on the rail, I watched and waited,
With the camera I wondered, how could they be baited.

The sun peeking through the clouds and mist,
Gave the hope of warm winds to the sailboats adrift.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But now the Oracle boat was coming quite near!

With an agile crew, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, my shutter must click.
More rapid than eagles on the winches they ground,
Turning on a dime, for me they were bound!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the air,
The clacking and banging of their efforts right here.
As I put down the camera, and was turning to stare,
Close by they glided like the water was air.

I realized right then the sight THEY looked on,
Our lovely old schooner, with gaff sail bent on,
Her varnished combings gleaming, and bronze we don’t lack,
Her long bowsprit way forward, and her boomkin out back.

Us dressed in old woolies, our own style was clear,
They clad in helmet headsets, and the most modern gear,
Our schooner built for oceans: the seas and the gales,
Theirs for skimming Bay waters: with a wing not sails.

As we spoke not a word, but smiled as we passed,
The winds picked up, finally at last,
With this fine AC team, we parted ways,
Thinking fair winds to all who sail San Francisco Bay.

The Oracle Team
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The Skipper Drinking Coffee

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