Verdigre Creek Journal | Sharkin’ in San Diego, Part IV

Sharkin’ in San Diego, Part IV – Out to the grounds

It was on my mind.

Conway Bowman had recommended bringing along medication for seasickness. It was on my list, but higher priority items had pushed it to the bottom. I didn’t pick any up. My mind was trying to trick me into thinking that I was getting sick as we cruised out of the Harbor at Mission Bay out to the blue water.

I had nothing to fear but fear itself. Nothing ever happened, but it was in the back of my mind all day.

Mission Bay is a no wake zone. We cruised to the breakwater passing several large, almost gargantuan, cranes and barges. They were reinforcing the breakwater with large boulders. A barge, holding a heavy crane, listed lazily in the Santa Ana breeze. The neighboring barge was laden with boulders, herculean in dimension. Dave Trimble didn’t know where the came from. Had they been granite, I mused, they probably would have come from the Sierras. “But at tremendous expense,” I thought to myself.

Wherever they came from, they were massive.

My reverie was broken by the sound of the motor. Trimble accelerated as we exited the Bay.

Right outside Mission Bay are the kelp beds. Famous for harboring many species of fish. We motor on, our destination is the continental shelf.

The sea life is spectacular. We pass several mammalians. Blue whales, bottlenose dolphins, common dolphins, and California sea lions (also know as dawgs or furballs). We see several mola mola cruising the surface….