Well, what a day -- we not only got to crawl the HMS Surprise (nee Rose) from stays to stern, but we also explored the wool square-rigger Euterpe (now the Star of India), where we got pressed to duty as common able-bodied sailors and chanteymen by, no less, a female bosun! She led the sing well and made us put our backs into it, raising a topmast stays'l with a capstan and hollering "Joyhn Taylor" out at the same time. We wuz winded fair!

We walked the decks of the Berkeley, a ferry from the early San Francisco-Berekely run before the bridges were built, and a very fine luxurious motor yacht with an old two-cylinder expansion steam enginer in her. Then, as a final salute, out of nowhere appears the Lynx from Rockport, Maine, running down on us before the breeze, swings broadside to and fires off a volley right into the flanks of the California one of our state's first revenue cutters. Being tied up and and uncrewed, and all surprised, like, the California did not respond, but we saw her a while later making sail in search of the long-vanished Lynx so it appears she was uinharmed by the volley.

Then we bought some souveniers at the Maritime Museum shop, had some lunch at Seaport Village and did some shopping and last I saw our good Brett her was staggering to his quarters to sleep it all off, his arms loaded up with packages.

I think all told we had a mahvelous toime!!

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