
What? Did you say race? None of us knew the first thing about sailing and I thought she’d lost her mind. I barely knew which end of the boat was the front and she was speaking in terms of Ports and Starboards and Jibs and Masts. She quickly went over the things she thought we’d do best at (leaning on the high side) and soon the cannon fired to signify the race had begun. Our sails were raised and she pointed the boat down yonder way and off we went. We started near the back of the pack but very soon started passing boats on the left and right. We were leaning hard to the left and there I was hanging on like a tic in a dog park. We jibbed and jabbed, circled a buoy and headed back to the finish line. On the way back we were doing 9.4 knots and were in a race not only with the other boats, but with the lighting and thunderstorm we were headed towards.
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The Finish Line |
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Raw Oysters with Beer Shooters to celebrate our Victory! |
We ended up winning the race and celebrated by more Rum Punchin' (YAY) and got back to shore just in time for the storms to arrive. What a great time we had. Can’t wait till next year when we go to Williamsburg Virginia. After our victory, we stopped in for Lobsters, Oyster Shooters, and more punch!
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