We woke up to a very Bay Area grey, foggy sea and sky, managed not to hit any other boats and thanks to the GPS and Autopilot easily found our way around Point Reyers and along the coast to Point Bonita, went around the corner, and there it was what he expected so eagerly: the Golden Gate Bridge! We popped a bottle of champage right under it, held little speeches, poured a glass for Oliver, sailed past SF in the sun, and then headed to the boat's new berth at Alameda. Oliver picked us up, we finally got all home, and I just crashed and slept for 12 hours.