CHICAGO, IL USA
Well its back to the grind. I have to say that the grind isn't as stressful or as intimidating as last year this time. I got on board Bonita last spring and pretty much knew nothing. The entire first week of work was spent ripping things apart, crawling in to tight spaces, flipping every light switch, pushing every button, sitting in the pilot house messing around with the navigation equipment, all just to get to know the boat. This year was a lot different. The main reason being that I did not log 92 hours of work in the first week like last year. It was much more casual and only around 55 hours... a light workout in this industry. Being that the weather has been horrible up here I have not seen much of the owners. I spent most of the week cleaning the boat. I had a fresh start. Other than some dust from the winter the boat was in order, and there was no one there to move things around as soon as I re-organized. I took my time and went through every head, detailing every corner, organizing the cabinets and restocking them perfectly. By Thursday afternoon the boat was in the best shape it has been in.
Jessie entered the J.P. Morgan Chase corporate challenge race here in Chicago. All of these businesses get together and have a "team". It's a 3.5 mile run and about 25,000 runners entered! I walked from the boat to the race grounds and it looked more like we were setting up for a war. There were tents everywhere for miles! BBQ's, beers, music, the works. Jessie did really well in here race and was proud of her time. I got to watch the first place guy come across the line...in 16 minutes 13 seconds, and I have to say my jaw was on the floor. As he came to the end of his 3.5 mile run he was sprinting faster than I can run a 100 yard dash. He must have been a marathon runner and this was just a light workout for him.
In the meantime I still managed to sneak away and play some golf in the late afternoons. I really have been playing a lot better. On a par five I missed the green by 3 feet on my second shot and chipped within inches of the hole for an almost eagle. On a par four I landed the ball a foot in front of the hole from 180 yards out. It went past the hole, bounced and rolled back to within two feet. I had a tap in for another birdie. Am I ready for the Masters? hah! My goal is however to hopefully play in an amateur tournament by the end of the summer. I have really become good friends with one of the teaching professionals at the driving range by my apartment and he is encouraging me to play. So I'd probably get last place...so what. He said that I still should absolutely do it, not for the competitive side of golf, but for the experience. They call your name at the first tee, no mulligans, no fluffing your ball, and you have to have a caddy. I've never had a caddy, that'd be cool! So whether or not I enter the tournament for late August at the Sydney Marovitz golf course here in Chicago remains to be seen, but it is a fun goal to have.
Friday we had an event planned to go to the Chicago Yacht Club with another family but cancelled due to the cold temperatures and the brisk northeast winds. I had the night off. So naturally I went home to the apartment, called all of my friends, and decided to rent a movie OnDemand and enjoy my night off in relaxation instead of meeting up with friends at Duffy's for all you can eat and drink from 6-11 for $20 (a very tempting deal).
Saturday took me about an hour to get to the boat as a race at Soldier Field had traffic looking more like a parking lot. The owner and his wife showed up around 3:00 PM and our guests about an hour later. We had a wonderful cruise up to CYC, minus the rain and cold, and a great dinner. I got invited to dinner which was nice, because I never expect the invitation. We finally got back to the docks around 11:00 and I took about a half an hour to clean up and get the boat back in tip-top shape. Our guests finally left around 11:30 and bedtime followed shortly after.
Now as I sit in the galley on a gloomy foggy Sunday morning, coverage just begins on the Indy 500 on the tv in the salon. The faint smell of coffee fills the air as a few cups still linger, getting cold. The boat is beginning to move around in the slip as a dead calm morning comes to an end with the wind of the approaching severe storms expected later today. The rain starts to pound on the boat and just like that everything goes silent again. It was the warning bell that the radar is true and the storms are really out there. I hope for the storms though as they are being produced by an approaching warm front and a sunny and 90 degree day tomorrow. The sooner it storms the sooner summer really starts, and hopefully it is here to stay this time. I've had trouble getting up in the mornings lately but today I was wide awake staring at my clock four minutes before my alarm went off. I enjoyed the peace and quiet however and let my alarm carry out its duties four minutes later. And while it has been a slow start to the summer I am still hopeful that sunny and hot days are still yet to come.
Bonita Out
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Day 213-219: Launch!
CHICAGO, IL USA
Well it all finally worked out. I called off the launch last week, hopped a bus back to Chicago and waited. I was right.
The wind kicked up. It rained all day, everyday, and was freezing cold. The small craft advisory changed to a gale warning, and no one wanted to be outside. I enjoyed the extended time off and used it to my advantage....while staying indoors.
Wednesday night was Jessie's birthday and her mom and sister were in town. We met up with them and went out to dinner on Michigan Ave. at a place called Bandera. It was a nice restaurant. Afterwards, we went down to the dualing piano bar, Howl at the moon. It was such a cool place! There were about five people rotating through the pianos, and every now and then they played drums and guitar with it as well. By the end of the night all five members played of the instruments including harmonica, fiddle, and trumpet. What a talented group of people!
Thursday morning I got up and caught a cab to the red-line train stop and took a 40 minute ride to the grey hound station on the south side of chicago. My first mate, Clint, and I once again got on the bus and traveled back to Holland, MI where we then caught another 30 minute cab ride up to Grand Haven. It makes for a really long day of traveling to say the least. This time around everything ran very smoothly. The boat went in the water on time, the fuel truck finally got back with me and scheduled a fuel up right at the launch well, the cab was waiting for us in Holland, and the buses were actually running on time. We fired the engines, took an oil sample, checked the serviced transmissions and went through our checklist. I serviced all of the racors, and made sure we still held fuel pressure afterwards. We got both generators up and running despite a manual charge needing to be placed on one of the set of batteries. The AC units fired up without a glitch, and everything was running smoothly.
We decided to go lay up on the wall in Grand Haven as it would get us past one bridge and save about 30 minutes on the river.
Friday came about as early as it could. 0330 (EST) my alarm went off. I was already laying in bed wide awake anticipating the extreme wake up time. It was pitch black and as soon as I opened my hatch the cold, damp Michigan air went right to the bones. There wasn't a single sound, other than the hum of the generator. Some stars were out but it was mostly cloudy and there wasn't a breath of wind. The lights on the pier lit up the water and set the runway for open waters. We fired the engines and began to motor in to the dark.
About three miles offshore we hit fog. We hit the kind of fog that tales are told from in the Bermuda triangle. We hit a fog that makes you wonder if you are in fact about to fall off the edge of the earth. The black sky was now enhanced with a white blanket. The fog horn was turned on and the radar tuned in even more. 10 knots, 96 nautical miles......ETA 1230 (CST) to Chicago. Twilight broke about 0620 but didn't make a bit of difference. We could barely see the water as it disappeared under the bow. The fog had us in its grip. For the next 90 miles we saw nothing but white, and heard nothing but our engines and the fog horn. Drifting off to sleep is no issue as your eyes strain in to the white cloak waiting for a giant freighter to somehow miss the radar and pop out of no where. Nothing...tick, tock, tick, tock....nothing. A constant watch proved for a safe arrival to Chicago and until we were 500 feet from the harbor entrance we had no idea that it was even there. We never saw a building, and hardly saw a boat. It wasn't until we were one mile away that a 30 ft. sea ray presented itself as a faint white shadow on a white background. It was creepy as the image went passed.
The owner greeted us at the dock and after a short briefing and a story or two, we went to lunch at the Burnham harbor yacht club. It was great to be back for another summer and I look forward to the already large to do list that I have created for myself. The weather has started on a very bad note up here in Chicago, but I am hopeful that it improves. May is looking like there is no hope, but lets keep our fingers crossed!
Bonita Out (I typed Sound Waves again!!!...that is going to take some time!)
Well it all finally worked out. I called off the launch last week, hopped a bus back to Chicago and waited. I was right.
The wind kicked up. It rained all day, everyday, and was freezing cold. The small craft advisory changed to a gale warning, and no one wanted to be outside. I enjoyed the extended time off and used it to my advantage....while staying indoors.
Wednesday night was Jessie's birthday and her mom and sister were in town. We met up with them and went out to dinner on Michigan Ave. at a place called Bandera. It was a nice restaurant. Afterwards, we went down to the dualing piano bar, Howl at the moon. It was such a cool place! There were about five people rotating through the pianos, and every now and then they played drums and guitar with it as well. By the end of the night all five members played of the instruments including harmonica, fiddle, and trumpet. What a talented group of people!
Thursday morning I got up and caught a cab to the red-line train stop and took a 40 minute ride to the grey hound station on the south side of chicago. My first mate, Clint, and I once again got on the bus and traveled back to Holland, MI where we then caught another 30 minute cab ride up to Grand Haven. It makes for a really long day of traveling to say the least. This time around everything ran very smoothly. The boat went in the water on time, the fuel truck finally got back with me and scheduled a fuel up right at the launch well, the cab was waiting for us in Holland, and the buses were actually running on time. We fired the engines, took an oil sample, checked the serviced transmissions and went through our checklist. I serviced all of the racors, and made sure we still held fuel pressure afterwards. We got both generators up and running despite a manual charge needing to be placed on one of the set of batteries. The AC units fired up without a glitch, and everything was running smoothly.
We decided to go lay up on the wall in Grand Haven as it would get us past one bridge and save about 30 minutes on the river.
Friday came about as early as it could. 0330 (EST) my alarm went off. I was already laying in bed wide awake anticipating the extreme wake up time. It was pitch black and as soon as I opened my hatch the cold, damp Michigan air went right to the bones. There wasn't a single sound, other than the hum of the generator. Some stars were out but it was mostly cloudy and there wasn't a breath of wind. The lights on the pier lit up the water and set the runway for open waters. We fired the engines and began to motor in to the dark.
About three miles offshore we hit fog. We hit the kind of fog that tales are told from in the Bermuda triangle. We hit a fog that makes you wonder if you are in fact about to fall off the edge of the earth. The black sky was now enhanced with a white blanket. The fog horn was turned on and the radar tuned in even more. 10 knots, 96 nautical miles......ETA 1230 (CST) to Chicago. Twilight broke about 0620 but didn't make a bit of difference. We could barely see the water as it disappeared under the bow. The fog had us in its grip. For the next 90 miles we saw nothing but white, and heard nothing but our engines and the fog horn. Drifting off to sleep is no issue as your eyes strain in to the white cloak waiting for a giant freighter to somehow miss the radar and pop out of no where. Nothing...tick, tock, tick, tock....nothing. A constant watch proved for a safe arrival to Chicago and until we were 500 feet from the harbor entrance we had no idea that it was even there. We never saw a building, and hardly saw a boat. It wasn't until we were one mile away that a 30 ft. sea ray presented itself as a faint white shadow on a white background. It was creepy as the image went passed.
The owner greeted us at the dock and after a short briefing and a story or two, we went to lunch at the Burnham harbor yacht club. It was great to be back for another summer and I look forward to the already large to do list that I have created for myself. The weather has started on a very bad note up here in Chicago, but I am hopeful that it improves. May is looking like there is no hope, but lets keep our fingers crossed!
Bonita Out (I typed Sound Waves again!!!...that is going to take some time!)
Friday, May 13, 2011
Days 210 - 212: Relax, prepare, wait
GRAND HAVEN, MI USA
What a much needed time off the last weeks were. I flew in to Chicago and sat around and did nothing for awhile. As promised, I brought back some 80 degree weather for everyone who has been complaining about the awful spring they have been having. I unpacked everything and got settled back in to the apartment in Chicago. I spent the days hitting some balls at the range, joined a gym and hired a personal trainer for the summer. I want to get back in to football shape, and I don't think it will happen without someone really pushing me. Now that my wallet is pushing me, I am sure that I will utilize my personal trainer!
I headed home for mothers day and it was great to see the family, and be "home" again. The place that is still closest to my true home. There wasn't much relaxation however as the weekend was spent cleaning out the barn with my Dad and Chris and putting in the water toys and my grandparents dock. It was great to see all of the grandparents and enjoy some good family time. On the following Monday I took care of all of my physical check ups. I went and saw the eye doctor, the doctor, and the dentist. Two years after my eye surgery I still testes 20/15 vision, the doctor asked me a ton of questions and sent me on my way, and my streak is kept alive with zero cavities. I am so thankful to have good health.
I planned to drive back to Chicago on Monday, but a pit stop in Kalamazoo to see old friend Pat Lefere turned in to a sleep over. It was great to see him again, it has been way too long. I hope that I am able to see him as well as other friends a lot more this summer.
Chicago was a quick turn around as I hopped back on the train on Wednesday to head to Grand Haven to get the big boat, Bonita, ready for another summer in the Great Lakes.
I left the boat in good shape last fall, which really helped my project list this spring. We cleaned the entire inside of the boat, sanded and re-painted the stabilizer fins, and I did some fiberglass and gel coat work on the transom. We tried to get moved up for a Friday morning launch but as 11:00 A.M rolled around we were still sitting in the barn. The forecast changed drastically and unless we were already on our way to Chicago we were going to get stuck in five footers on the beam by the time we got to Chicago. I looked at the forecast further and saw that it wasn't going to calm down again until late next week. I made the call, let the owner know, and cancelled the launch all together. My first mate, clint and I will be taking a bus back to Chicago this evening and will not be coming back until next week to try again. It is a big bummer, and while it may seem like a waste of time, it was the right decision to make and we still did get a lot done. I talked to my Dad this morning about the weather, and he was well aware of what was happening. The statement "If you say let's go for it comes up, you are going to get in trouble" came to mind that he told me years ago as I set sail in to the open seas on a 34' sailboat. It is a statement that I will never forget and it helped me make my decision today.
So, back to Chicago to wait for the weather!
Bonita Out (I almost wrote Sound Waves!)
What a much needed time off the last weeks were. I flew in to Chicago and sat around and did nothing for awhile. As promised, I brought back some 80 degree weather for everyone who has been complaining about the awful spring they have been having. I unpacked everything and got settled back in to the apartment in Chicago. I spent the days hitting some balls at the range, joined a gym and hired a personal trainer for the summer. I want to get back in to football shape, and I don't think it will happen without someone really pushing me. Now that my wallet is pushing me, I am sure that I will utilize my personal trainer!
I headed home for mothers day and it was great to see the family, and be "home" again. The place that is still closest to my true home. There wasn't much relaxation however as the weekend was spent cleaning out the barn with my Dad and Chris and putting in the water toys and my grandparents dock. It was great to see all of the grandparents and enjoy some good family time. On the following Monday I took care of all of my physical check ups. I went and saw the eye doctor, the doctor, and the dentist. Two years after my eye surgery I still testes 20/15 vision, the doctor asked me a ton of questions and sent me on my way, and my streak is kept alive with zero cavities. I am so thankful to have good health.
I planned to drive back to Chicago on Monday, but a pit stop in Kalamazoo to see old friend Pat Lefere turned in to a sleep over. It was great to see him again, it has been way too long. I hope that I am able to see him as well as other friends a lot more this summer.
Chicago was a quick turn around as I hopped back on the train on Wednesday to head to Grand Haven to get the big boat, Bonita, ready for another summer in the Great Lakes.
I left the boat in good shape last fall, which really helped my project list this spring. We cleaned the entire inside of the boat, sanded and re-painted the stabilizer fins, and I did some fiberglass and gel coat work on the transom. We tried to get moved up for a Friday morning launch but as 11:00 A.M rolled around we were still sitting in the barn. The forecast changed drastically and unless we were already on our way to Chicago we were going to get stuck in five footers on the beam by the time we got to Chicago. I looked at the forecast further and saw that it wasn't going to calm down again until late next week. I made the call, let the owner know, and cancelled the launch all together. My first mate, clint and I will be taking a bus back to Chicago this evening and will not be coming back until next week to try again. It is a big bummer, and while it may seem like a waste of time, it was the right decision to make and we still did get a lot done. I talked to my Dad this morning about the weather, and he was well aware of what was happening. The statement "If you say let's go for it comes up, you are going to get in trouble" came to mind that he told me years ago as I set sail in to the open seas on a 34' sailboat. It is a statement that I will never forget and it helped me make my decision today.
So, back to Chicago to wait for the weather!
Bonita Out (I almost wrote Sound Waves!)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Day 207 -209: End of another season
33,000 FEET SOMEWHERE NORTH OF ATLANTA, GEORGIA USA
Lets finish up the trip before I wrap it all up (the blog will hopefully continue throughout the summer. After all we aren't to 365 days yet, right?).
Friday I got asked to race again aboard Ruff Justice. The winds were much lighter and at one point of the race we were making about a half of a knot. We again finished almost dead last but today was a little more due to the luck of catching the wrong wind at the wrong time. I went down to the festivities and ran in to a bunch of old friends. Nuno came down from Staniel Cay and I also ran in to Sean and Gemma who are on their way to Cuba in their sailboat. I met another group of sailers my age and we had quite the crew. I ran down to Peace and Plenty and ran in to the Tida Wave and Lady Muriel crew as well as Bushman and Ben. It was a fun night that lasted well in to the morning hours.
On Saturday I focused on fixing the new generator. The generator was started while the fuel lines were closed and things weren't looking good. I couldn't get the generator to prime despite cracking injectors as well as simply removing the fuel line from the output side of the fuel pump. The racors were full of fuel, being that I just changed them, and things weren't adding up. We removed the fuel pump and found that we could not even blow compressed air through it. It seemed that it was clogged with something. The owner did not want me to leave until we got the problem fixed, but after further thought it is not a hard part to install and I can easily handle the logistics from Chicago.
Ben showed up out of no where and told us that they needed me to race again today. I got in his boat only to hear the 1 minute gun go off out in the harbor. I asked him what that was all about and he said he didn't know. Well it turns out the boys were a little behind schedule today and we missed the start of the race all together! I got dropped off as the boat was sailing down to the start line and I was glad that they still decided to race the course, despite being DQ-ed. We almost caught the last place boat and sailed really well! After watching the ceremony that night with Ben I told him that trophies or no trophies he gave a kid from the United States a chance to do something that he will never forget, and in my mind that means a lot more than a shiny trophy. Of course bragging rights in the Bahamas for a year isn't bad either :-/
The night went much like the last as my goodbyes were made to some of my closest friends I have had over the past two months. I couldn't believe that it was really my last night in the Bahamas....
Well it seems like just yesterday I created this blog and began talking about the trip south with Sound Waves. Its funny how some days (more than others in the islands) seem to tick by at a snails pass, but yet when you finally get on that plane I wonder to myself, "how did the last six months go so fast?".
I remember talking about growing up in my first few blog posts. Talking about taking the lead and not letting the next bend in the river, or reef on the chart intimidate me. Well, I accomplished so much of that "growing up". I've navigated the Western Rivers, been offshore in the Gulf of Mexico, tackled the ICW with a six foot draft, rounded the keys of Florida, replaced props, tore engines apart and put them back together, fixed hydraulic pumps, re-wired a set of underwater lights in the bowels of the ship, replaced door handles, re-wired home entertainment systems, crossed the gulf stream, polished the props in the soft sands of the Bahamas, made friends that will last a lifetime from around the entire world, dove on some of the most beautiful reefs in the world, overcame my fears of sharks and open waters while spearfishing, wasted days away on the beach, had amazing bonfires on the beach, sailed in a traditional Bahama island regatta, rebuilt most of the cooling system on a generator, and maintained someones biggest investment of their life in the meantime.
As I stepped onto Bonita a year ago I think it was safe to say that I was in a bit over my head. A bit over my head is an understatement. I was scared shitless of what I got myself in to. A year later as I fly back to Chicago to get ready for another summer aboard Bonita, the story is a lot different. I have already asked for the project list from the previous winter from our yacht services guy, Wade. I have scheduled an oil change as soon as the boat splashes, and have already began to generate my own to-do list. Last year I walked in to the barn with my jaw on the floor!
I've learned so much over the past year and I am confident in saying that I know what I am doing when it comes to yachts (somewhat :-), there is always so much more to learn!)
I look forward to the next week or so to relax and get my feet back on the ground in Chicago. I then look forward to visiting with my family back in Michigan and taking care of doctors, eye, dentist appointments, etc...
From there I will be back in Grand Haven prepping the 87' Cheoy Lee, Bonita, for yet another great summer in the Great Lakes.
Just a little kicking to chew on for everyone, Nuno asked me if I would be interested in visiting him in Europe next fall and helping him sail Sparrow from the Mediterranean back to the Caribbean. We will keep that one on the back burner! :-)
Here are some more pictures:
Lets finish up the trip before I wrap it all up (the blog will hopefully continue throughout the summer. After all we aren't to 365 days yet, right?).
Friday I got asked to race again aboard Ruff Justice. The winds were much lighter and at one point of the race we were making about a half of a knot. We again finished almost dead last but today was a little more due to the luck of catching the wrong wind at the wrong time. I went down to the festivities and ran in to a bunch of old friends. Nuno came down from Staniel Cay and I also ran in to Sean and Gemma who are on their way to Cuba in their sailboat. I met another group of sailers my age and we had quite the crew. I ran down to Peace and Plenty and ran in to the Tida Wave and Lady Muriel crew as well as Bushman and Ben. It was a fun night that lasted well in to the morning hours.
On Saturday I focused on fixing the new generator. The generator was started while the fuel lines were closed and things weren't looking good. I couldn't get the generator to prime despite cracking injectors as well as simply removing the fuel line from the output side of the fuel pump. The racors were full of fuel, being that I just changed them, and things weren't adding up. We removed the fuel pump and found that we could not even blow compressed air through it. It seemed that it was clogged with something. The owner did not want me to leave until we got the problem fixed, but after further thought it is not a hard part to install and I can easily handle the logistics from Chicago.
Ben showed up out of no where and told us that they needed me to race again today. I got in his boat only to hear the 1 minute gun go off out in the harbor. I asked him what that was all about and he said he didn't know. Well it turns out the boys were a little behind schedule today and we missed the start of the race all together! I got dropped off as the boat was sailing down to the start line and I was glad that they still decided to race the course, despite being DQ-ed. We almost caught the last place boat and sailed really well! After watching the ceremony that night with Ben I told him that trophies or no trophies he gave a kid from the United States a chance to do something that he will never forget, and in my mind that means a lot more than a shiny trophy. Of course bragging rights in the Bahamas for a year isn't bad either :-/
The night went much like the last as my goodbyes were made to some of my closest friends I have had over the past two months. I couldn't believe that it was really my last night in the Bahamas....
Well it seems like just yesterday I created this blog and began talking about the trip south with Sound Waves. Its funny how some days (more than others in the islands) seem to tick by at a snails pass, but yet when you finally get on that plane I wonder to myself, "how did the last six months go so fast?".
I remember talking about growing up in my first few blog posts. Talking about taking the lead and not letting the next bend in the river, or reef on the chart intimidate me. Well, I accomplished so much of that "growing up". I've navigated the Western Rivers, been offshore in the Gulf of Mexico, tackled the ICW with a six foot draft, rounded the keys of Florida, replaced props, tore engines apart and put them back together, fixed hydraulic pumps, re-wired a set of underwater lights in the bowels of the ship, replaced door handles, re-wired home entertainment systems, crossed the gulf stream, polished the props in the soft sands of the Bahamas, made friends that will last a lifetime from around the entire world, dove on some of the most beautiful reefs in the world, overcame my fears of sharks and open waters while spearfishing, wasted days away on the beach, had amazing bonfires on the beach, sailed in a traditional Bahama island regatta, rebuilt most of the cooling system on a generator, and maintained someones biggest investment of their life in the meantime.
As I stepped onto Bonita a year ago I think it was safe to say that I was in a bit over my head. A bit over my head is an understatement. I was scared shitless of what I got myself in to. A year later as I fly back to Chicago to get ready for another summer aboard Bonita, the story is a lot different. I have already asked for the project list from the previous winter from our yacht services guy, Wade. I have scheduled an oil change as soon as the boat splashes, and have already began to generate my own to-do list. Last year I walked in to the barn with my jaw on the floor!
I've learned so much over the past year and I am confident in saying that I know what I am doing when it comes to yachts (somewhat :-), there is always so much more to learn!)
I look forward to the next week or so to relax and get my feet back on the ground in Chicago. I then look forward to visiting with my family back in Michigan and taking care of doctors, eye, dentist appointments, etc...
From there I will be back in Grand Haven prepping the 87' Cheoy Lee, Bonita, for yet another great summer in the Great Lakes.
Just a little kicking to chew on for everyone, Nuno asked me if I would be interested in visiting him in Europe next fall and helping him sail Sparrow from the Mediterranean back to the Caribbean. We will keep that one on the back burner! :-)
Here are some more pictures:
Left to Right: Owner's girlfriend, Gizelle, Bushman
Nuno and me at Staniel Cay Yacht Club
Tony in front, David in the back SCYC
Left to Right, Soloman and the owner
At the start line of the A class race. Anchors out and sails down!
And they're off! Start of the A-Class race
Sailing off in to the sunset
Ruff Justice in the back (closest to camera) Thats me out on the pry! (all the way to the right on the "board")
Ruff Justice, port tack to the windward mark, light winds
Tida Wave the A-Class Champions of the 58th Family Island Regatta
Working my way out on the pry
Light winds riding the pry.
Left to Right: Ben, myself, Gizelle, Bushman. Peace and Plenty in Georgetown
Sound Waves Out!
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