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Lookin’ Good, Latitude Nation

We’ve, said it before, and we’ll say it again: Red Rock — shrouded here in both mystery and fog — occupies a special place in our imaginations. 
© 2020 Nathaniel Beilby

Not too long ago, we successfully completed one of the first-ever Bay Area circumnavigations of the mythical island of Red Rock. Well, on Saturday — and with no small amount of inspiration from local legend Randall Reeves — we completed the first-ever figure 8 in the Bay Area, sailing around Angel Island and leaving it to starboard, then sailing around Red Rock, and leaving the poison oak-infested, Bond villain-player-looking lump to port.

Granted, we’re a little loose with the term “first-ever.” It is our own sailing, however, that still makes us feel like pioneers, and makes us feel that we’re lookin’ good and strutting our stuff with confidence.  Forgive us, please, for this recurring self-indulgence, but surely there are moments when we all feel this way, when a simple sail on the Bay makes us feel like heroes. Surely, that is one of the many reasons why we do what we do.

Saturday on the Bay saw 8-10 knots of breeze and warm winter temperatures. A good day for singlehanding, and a good day for multihanding.
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Well, fear not, Nation. This isn’t another story about us, this is a story about you. Sure, we had a magnificent sail on Saturday — and felt we were lookin’ good. But you were lookin’ just fine, too.

Latitude’s newest editor snaps a photo of a frisky little catamaran getting all nimbly-bimbly around the Bay.
© 2020 Nathaniel Beilby

It was a gorgeous day with an unexpectedly pleasant and highly sailable breeze. It’s not that we’re bragging, or trying to make our Pac Northwest, East Coast or Northern European friends feel bad.

The heel of this boat should tell you everything you need to know about Saturday’s breeze.
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Or, sorry . . . maybe we are rubbing it in a little. Hey, it’s expensive to live in the Bay Area, so we’re not afraid to boast about our mild winters.

Over the last few years, we’ve been enjoying sailing with our close friends and family, and teaching them a little about sailing. This was their closest port-tack-ducking-a-starboard-boat crossing in their young sailing careers.
© 2020 Latitude 38 Media LLC / Tim

As much as the boats were the stars of Saturday’s show, so too were the landscapes.

Angel Island in all its midwinter glory.
Red Rock is among the many topics of discussion in this month’s Letters.
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We are delighted that the days are already getting longer and warmer — there are even flowers blooming in the winter sun. Rest easy, Nation: The sailing will only get better and better.

This boat was anchored next to the San Rafael Channel when we went out, and still anchored there when we came back.
© 2020 Nathaniel Bailey

Lookin’ good is not just a photogenic moment, it’s a state of mind. It’s when you’re feeling yourself and your surroundings; it’s when all the pieces fall into place and you can only feel content with the day, with yourself, and with your boat. We’d like to think that we achieved this ever-fleeting, ever-satisfying state of nirvana.

We hope you did, too.

It’s not often that a photo requires no caption. We’d like to think this is one such shot.

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  1. Steve Zevanobe 4 years ago

    Great Photos. There is something magical about stealing a beautiful sailing day in the middle of winter. It makes one feel so blessed and offers the promise of things to come in the Spring.

  2. Glenn Shinn 4 years ago

    Went to the boat this weekend with every intention of going sailing on Sunday(big wind) but woke up sick as a dog with a fever. Bummer, Maybe next weekend.

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