Waterlogged

It was an all on-the–water weekend. We went out Friday on the motorboat while Lucas, Anika and Grace went the JYC dance. We got chased back into the harbor when a squall blew through so we holed up at the dock while the wind gusted up to 40 kts. Once it subsided we went for one more quick spin before the thunder and lightning chased us back to the mooring and home for the night.

Saturday was Crocker race day. The race has been a drifter for the past of couple years, but this year we had some wind. It turned out to be a beautiful sailing day, and there was plenty of breeze so they didn’t have to shorten the traditional course (Gales – Newcombes – Easter Point – Gales - Newcombes – Gales).

We carried the asym on three of the five legs (or at least tried to carry it) and were just a couple of minutes behind a very well sailed Temdeh for 2^nd place in our class and collected a little more silver for Aquila.

Sunday it was back to the motorboat for a day trip up to Wingaersheek with the Camp family.

It started out foggy and overcast, but we stuck with our plans and had a great day swimming and playing on the beach.

Angie got in her fair share of swimming (back and forth back and forth between the boat and the beach).

Later on, Billy brought Suzanne over from their house on the Zodiac so she could hand out with us. No bathing suit though, so he had to arrange for some over-the-water transport.

Once again, the hot day gave way to late afternoon thunderstorms so we scooted back through the Annisquam Canal with some raindrops and distant boomers. The run back to Manchester was pretty clear and uneventful. The real storm was forming over Marblehead and, just as we parted ways by Misery Island the lightning began in earnest. We hung with the Camps about halfway back to Beverly Harbor, then turned tail, put the throttle down, and set a speed record for Cannon. We got to the MYC dock just as it opened up on us. Mom and the kids ran up to the club while I put the boat away (good thing I still had my bathing suit on because Angie and I couldn’t have gotten more wet if we jumped in.

By six o’clock, everyone just wanted to get home to take a hot shower and put on some DRY CLOTHES.