But at first I'm not spending much time taking in the scenery. Aboard Marley's Ghost, our Catalina 42, everyone has shaken off the listlessness from 30 easy-sailing miles from Marina del Rey, located on the Westside of Los Angeles. They all have questions for me, ranging from where we are to when they can go swimming to what's for dinner. For the most part, I tune them out as I focus on our approach to a field of closely spaced white mooring buoys. We're looking for "A-3," a mooring generously reserved for us through the Los Angeles Yacht Club.
In common with several Southern California clubs, LAYC's members lease moorings in one area of Catalina and pool them for other club members to use. LAYC has succeeded well enough over the years that they now have most of the moorings at Howland Landing, and the club has also established a simple camp facility ashore. I've been provided an honorary club membership allowing us to use the barbecue, volleyball court, and showers.
I appreciate having a welcoming destination, but right now that only serves to make me anxious about how our boat-overstuffed with cousins, aunts, and uncles-will be received. Will we fit into the quiet surroundings or leave our mark as troublemaking East Coasters? More immediately, can I get our boat successfully attached to our bow-and-stern mooring without ramming the commodore's boat?