Funny u should mention it!
Last month I was trying to return from San Pedro to MDR after being there for 5 days to get work done on my Cal 34 that I've restored and refitted, I was anxious to get home. It does not have radar yet, but I had my GPS and a cannister horn. San Pedro is the busy entrance to the L.A. harbor shipping lanes. I left the dock in front of the Marina Hotel at 7:30 am. Visibility was at least a half mile maybe more. As I motored toward the breakwater which is approx 20-30 minutes it started closing in a little bit. This harbor is very tricky, there are concrete bouys in the water with no bells, shallow water on one side and rocks on both once you leave the docks. Not to mention you are then right smack in the middle of three very busy shipping lane entrances and many private boats. Visibilty quickly dropped down to a few hundred yards. A large sailboat towing a dinghy suddenly turned in my path 50 yards ahead. I figured he had radar so I could follow him out of the breakwater. He was probably going to Catalina and could lead me far enough out to clear the marine layer. Visibilty dropped drastically to about 100 feet or less, I had to speed up and get closer to the bigger sailboat to keep him in sight. Suddenly he completely dissappeared and I was down to about 10 feet visability. I was in panic. I could not see a thing in any direction. I looked at the compass and thought turn 180 degrees and go back the way I came. It didn't occur to me I had been following the boat, and maybe we didn't come 180 straight out. Talk about vertigo, plus I thought any second a 1000 ft. long frieghter or tanker was going to loom right over my boat and take me with it. I was going barely fast enough to keep the rudder working and sweating bullets that I would get run over, hit one of the big bouys there, or the breakwater. I gave a couple of blasts on the air horn, and somewhere out there yards away someone answered with his airhorn. There is no feeling like it, it would've been bad enough if I had been offshore in this, but not in the shipping lane entrance, and visibilty down to about ten feet. My thoughts got scrambled trying to think of what I shoud do. Suddenly right smack in front of my bow a huge shadow appeared, I instinctivly pushed the tiller full over and and turned 90 degrees. I almost closed my eyes anticippating the friegher taking me out, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Then I realized I was running parallel within feet of the rocky breakwater which I came within ten feet of smashing into head on. Well grown men aren't supposed to cry, but if I ever felt like it, it was then. Now I didn't know which breakwater it was and had no idea what direction to go in. The GPS dummy!! I gave another couple of blasts on the air horn, and found my GPS from on the cockpit sole where I apparently knocked it. I found the map page zoomed in for the harbor outline, and the little boat was pointing right at the other breakwall. Thank you God for GPS's. I moved the little boat out into the center of waterway on the GPS and headed to where I thought I should, while tooting on my airhorn. The only problem was, I came in here by sight and since there was three or four entrances joining, I wasn't sure which one was right. The other three take you right in the middle of shipping lanes where the frieghter and tankers unload and come out. Then I only had a hand held vhf radio, I changed the batteries in it to make the trip down, but for some reason, now that I desparetely need it, I can only receive. When I push the talk button it turns to static. My cell phone, good old T-Mobile which has sketchy service in this area. I had to walk around while at the dock to find spots where it would work momentarily. I crossed my fingers and turned it on...I had one and a half bars flickering. I called 911 THEY ANSWERED! I quickly told them my predicament, and asked them to connect me with the Coast Guard, which they quickly did. The Coast Guard was aware of the fog and ask for my coordinates which I gladly gave them. Then he said, don't hang up. OH, Don't worry I won't hang up. I was still giving periodic blasts on the airhorn, when suddenly on my port side about 30 feet out an airhorn answered. I could barely see the ghostly outline of a large powerboat going in the same direction as me.Surely a boat that big, about 60 feet has radar. But he came awfully close to me he must think I have radar. He was moving about 5-6 knts. I quickly turned and got in behind him. He's probably going to the Cabrillo Yacht Club where I need to go. At the very least if we get hit by a frieghter, he'll get hit first. The Coast Guard fellow came back on the line, and I told him I was following close behind a big power boat that had just passed me in the fog. He said he would stay with me. When I said close behind, I meant close behind. I had to stay within ten feet of his stern at times to see him. I was not going to let this one dissappear if I had to toss me anchor over his rail. We motored on thru the fog for what seemed an hour. If the guy in the powerboat looked back, he would have thought he somehow snagged my bowline. The Coast Guard Operator ask me my situation just about the same time we burst out of the fog into clear sunshine and 10 miles or more of visability. What the f*** There were even kids racing their little Sabots..did I just come thru a time warp?? I looked back to see the fog. It looked like a wall running up to the sky, this side was a normal sunny California day. Strangely enough I could hear the fog horns still going way out in the harbor. I thanked God, and the Coast guard operator, and told him I'm heading straight for the radar shop.