captured, tagged, released and tracked. Capable of growing to 10 feet, sevengills are the top predators of the bay,
though they’ve made no documented attacks on humans.
No one knew before that they like to hang in the deepest
trench of the Golden Gate, swimming in place while the
tidal currents deliver lunch.
Mark Twain, who passed a bit of time in these environs,
would no doubt have taken such information and run up a
comparison to the machinations of the equities markets,
but we’ll just move on, because Twain’s Wild West lives on,
in and on San Francisco Bay. Down Los Angeles way, they
cancel sailboat races in what is normal-like, hereabouts.
Windsurfing had its origins in Southern California but
became something different here, and recently the pioneer
kite sailors of the bay figured out how to race their vessels
— with kites 80-some feet in the air, attached to wires that
can slice you open. It took a heap of figuring, but it worked.
The inaugural kite-racing world championship was held on
San Francisco Bay in 2009. A new sport was born, and we’re
likely to see kiting in the Olympics in 2020. Reigning world
champion and U. S. Yachtsman of the Year Johnny Heineken
(apparently, kiting is yachting) grew up in Larkspur along
Opposite: An AC45 feeling the power of wind and
tides during the America’s Cup World Series race in
October. This page, top: A mélange of windsurfers,
kiteboarders and boats during the Bridge to Bridge race
in September. This page, bottom: Johnny Heineken.