Sunday, April 18, 2010
A wild and wonderful day on Willoughby Bay. Mustered a crew of six at 1400 to find one bum foot, a twisted knee, a pulled Achilles, and several non-descript ailments. Smoothly underway around 1425, headed out into a strong west wind under full main and storm jib. Temps around 60F. With sound system cranked up, we tacked our way out to the Shed enjoying the steady breeze with yelps of delight. Offer of lifejackets to new crewlady met with hostile response. Libations flowed freely and washed down the gourmet Subway subs and trail mix. Blue Captain donned a PFD for fashion's sake and was met with howls of derision. Noted the depthometer only seems to work on a port tack. Routine established: the young folk manned the R&B pub cabin with aplomb while the older types creaked agedly around the cockpit. Gold Captain kept his usual death grip on the tiller beating off all who dared to have a try. Passed the NS Marina's Cero outbound. Broad reaches and two jibes on the way home to a smooth tie up about 1715. A round of Kona's and smiles at the Sunset G. was matched by a bone jarring crash as a fellow barmate missed a chair and hit the deck. Ended the day with a toast to a "mildly entertaining sail".
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friday afternoon with temps in the 80's and a healthy west wind warranted a cruise round Willoughby Bay for several hours. Nicely underway as the clock approached 15:00, the R&B raced around up to the shed and back at over 5 knots. The new sound system (courtesy of the young Beaches) spun golden oldies. The bright sun blazed in low humidity and the world was put aright in no time. The oft visited theme of a sail to Cape Charles was again put forth. Dodging crabpots became an entertaining side show for each of the helmsmen. A thorough discussion of the rules of the road ensued as a few other sailors ventured out. Many improvements to be mentioned: interior woodwork, re-wiring, a new power switch box, deck re-paint all bring the boat to its highest state of readiness ever. We returned at 1815 ish and, after an impressively quick button up, were off to a delicious experimental shrimp dinner.
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