We were passing Bolinas at eight-thirty. What a welcome sight! I proudly pointed out the well known land marks to my friends, showing them exactly where the Golden Gate was. We sailed pass Stinson Beach, Big Lagoon and finally rounded Point Bonita.

The "Emma" tied up at ten forty-five and I ran onto the dock. Norman met me and he drove me to the office. Art went to visit some friends at Richmond.

There was nothing important to keep me at the office and so I left--to call back at twelve to pick up Kitty and go to lunch. Had a fine Italian dinner at a North Beach speakeasy and got the young lady back to work at a one forty-five. Not so good.

The two-forty Golden Gate Ferry was the last lap of my two weeks' trip to Alaska. I was glad to get home after a trip that was marred by only one incident and I still carry the evidence.