Another thing that the Rangers will never know (until one of them discovers my WEB site) is if anyone is sleeping on this beach. Until they read this it will never occur to them that anyone would want to, or that it is possible to sleep on this small beach. It does not have any flat spots in the sand and even a normal high tide comes most of the way up the beach. However, there is a large piece of an old wooden dock washed up here. It is canted at an angle but has enough sand trapped on top to scrape into a level spot the size of my bivy tent. Actually, I found it convenient to set up my tent on this three-foot high platform while standing on the beach. It was easier on my back than bending over, squatting or kneeling like you normally have to do to set up a camping tent. And three feet of altitude made me sleep a lot better knowing I was above the highest tide.
The rest of the Thurseve Paddlers launched into the darkness and paddled off into adventure. If you read John’s report you will see that they found some! As they approached Sausalito they saw bright lights and heard loud party sounds. They landed and were invited to join the party at the Sausalito Cruising Club. I missed the party but bedded down in my tent with a view of the San Francisco skyline lit up like fireworks at night.
In the morning I packed up my gear and launched with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge by morning light. I paddled up Raccoon Strait, into Richardson Bay and back to my car at Schoonmaker Beach with no incidents. But no parties either.