San Fran - Not My Usual
Dolphin Club: A little unusual.Case in point is the Dolphin Club, where on this night, our host Jay took Allen and me... In a nearly labyrinthine, ancient, wood frame "club house" on a pier that looks past nearby Alcatraz to the Golden Gate, over a thousand members share a weird lust for swimming in the cold waters of the Bay, sometimes out to Alcatraz and back, logging hundreds of actual miles in nothing but a speedo and goosebumps. Tuesday is "Boat Night" which doesn't mean you meet for cocktails on a yacht; it means you show up in work clothes to sand varnish on one of their dozen or so brightly finished lapstrake rowing boats. Your labors earn you a seat at a long table set amongst the beautiful old wooden pulling boats which - thanks to Boat Night - are almost all in service constantly. One amazing home-cooked meal, a few glasses of wine, and a dozen eclectic conversations later, we ambled back along the dark waterfront, a 5'4 Waka under my arm. The mold-breakers at the Dolphin Club had alot of questions about it, and had seen it as sharing - with their boats - a kinship of quality; something with soul, something out of the ordinary.
Almost dinner time.