On a buoy in Newport Beach

My post yesterday didn’t say where we actually are: Newport Beach. We got to the harbor patrol office around 1600 yesterday to find it flooded with guys in camouflage. I don’t know how you tell which branch of the military guys in camouflage represent. Do they have different patterns? Anyway, we know this was the Navy because we asked. They’d been doing drills.

Our buoy is between the mainland and Balboa Island, right by the bridge. It was a long, slow motor to get here from the office, but I think it’s a good location. It’s very close to a dinghy dock, and there are stores on either side of the bridge. We kept postponing a trip to the grocery store earlier, but now we’re out of essentials, like Diet Coke.

Our location is the red dot on this Google hybrid map.

John’s feeling better today. I don’t know what was wrong with him, but he sure was sick. My Internet connection is a little dodgy here, and John hasn’t been able to connect at all. People in Newport Beach have security on their routers. Guess they don’t want to share with the riff-raff.