"the fiver report....." (day at the races)

Well..... it's not far down to paradise, At least it's not for me. And if the wind is right, you can sail away, And find tranquillity......... Oh...... the canvas can do miracles, Just you wait and see, Baby, believe...... me. Hmmmm..... hmm. _http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqfz1l9s6k0_ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqfz1l9s6k0) Greeting's........ at 50-f, it is too bloody cold to sail in California, and just 10 degrees above January in Newport. that is if we are to believe Harken's calendar. but then the icy deep water of Puget Sound; deep enough to hide both whale and sub; are probably not the first thought on anyone mind at Harken's corporate offices. none-the-less Harken's best (if not Lewmar) damn-well should be on the hardware of any fool, or sailor, daring these depths as the squall-lines of October cris-cross the sound, and the Pacific through's fearsome winter-Gail's at the Olympic's as if to knock Them down. only to see The Tall Olympic part these Gail's to have them re-converge again on to the east in The Sound, loosing storms that have destroyed no less than three Major Bridges..... not sailing weather you say, raze the storm-warning and call out the CG...... well, Capt. Fred; did you see any coasty's out there. i seem to remember seeing some headed in, now that i think about it..... yes, the Nemesis was on stbd tack, the wind was 20 steady and gusting to 30. white-caps on the swells and she was lying-over about 15 to 20 degrees most the time. the day had just started to show signs of getting fun, don't you think, Capt......? anyway, that is when the CG came by, headed for the coffee shop. guess they didn't like the cold or something. the day started out for fiver at 600 hour's with a wake-up cell call from my Sister. two Yoplait, a morning Frappuccino (cold yppie coffee in a bottle), and a stop at the local StarBucks for a Lattie' and coffee and munchies'. then it's off down I-5, 30 minutes to Tacoma yacht club and the Nemesis; where i have been most graciously invited for a leisurely fall sail-race. and to enjoy the beautiful autumn colors, sunny sky's and peaceful water's lapping at the hull. all this while Capt. Fred single-handedly, and with no handicap, race's seven other boats. the fastest of which is a new J-35; all of which are one or another sort of race boat and not cruiser. unlike the Beautiful Cal-2-30 that the Capt. and i were fearlessly, if not foolhardily, pitting against the fleet! of course, i did not know this when i was welcomed aboard by the Capt.. and soon after having a good look see around his girl, he and i cast-off and set sea-ward in search of pray to soundly trounce in an easy race. so we started east across the bay from Ruston on Point Defiance, to a place 1.75 mi east of Browns Point south side. this commonly known as *CYCT*. about a 5 nautical mi passage by the quartermasters eye; not accounting for set & drift to the E.S.E. of course (on the flood). once there, with the Capt. i attended the Skipper's meeting (not that i understood one bloody thing). a meeting of 35 minutes or so, a ballast stop, and a look at a few boats in the harbor. then off to the races's! the race i'd say (after watching it), was 3.5 mi. cross the bay to an anchor buoy in front of a restraint and back to another such anchor buoy on the near shore, then back cross the bay to the self-same buoy and round to port and back over the finish-line....! being the Tactician he was, Nemesis was first over the line to start by 30 seconds i think. first at any-rate. but you just knew the *J* would be first of the fleet to show us her heels even if it took it a bit of time to do so with our lead. what we needed was a squall-line, what we had was a bunch of light-air boats with new rags flying! just shows that money can buy something..... so back and fourth the Capt. went. never giving an inch that another didn't steal with money and youth. by the last lap, we were number five out of seven, and the other two were not even close (probably didn't get home till mid-rats they did). we then came around; he gave me the helm (and i sucked the paint of the committee boat with the wind suction as i passed by), giving the Capt. talking distance to bid the Fellows good-by as we sailed for home-port. and that is when the fun began. the open water of the Sound......? Heel girl, heel ! and we not talking about a dog.......... fiver....... ************************************** See what's new at http://www.aol.com

Sounds like fun! :-) fi… [at] aol.com wrote: > > > Well..... it's not far down to paradise, > At least it's not for me. > > And if the wind is right, you can sail away, > And find tranquillity......... > > Oh...... the canvas can do miracles, > Just you wait and see, > Baby, believe...... me. > > Hmmmm..... hmm. > > > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqfz1l9s6k0 > > Greeting's........ > > at 50-f, it is too bloody cold to sail in California, and > just 10 degrees above January in Newport. that is if we are to believe > Harken's calendar. but then the icy deep water of Puget Sound; deep > enough to hide both whale and sub; are probably not the first thought > on anyone mind at Harken's corporate offices. none-the-less Harken's > best (if not Lewmar) damn-well should be on the hardware of any fool, > or sailor, daring these depths as the squall-lines of October > cris-cross the sound, and the Pacific through's > fearsome winter-Gail's at the Olympic's as if to knock Them down. only > to see The Tall Olympic part these Gail's to have them re-converge > again on to the east in The Sound, loosing storms that have > destroyed no less than three Major Bridges..... > not sailing weather you say, raze the storm-warning and call > out the CG...... well, Capt. Fred; did you see any coasty's out there. > i seem to remember seeing some headed in, now that i think about it..... > > yes, the Nemesis was on stbd tack, the wind was 20 steady and > gusting to 30. white-caps on the swells and she was lying-over about > 15 to 20 degrees most the time. the day had just started to show signs > of getting fun, don't you think, Capt......? anyway, that is when the > CG came by, headed for the coffee shop. guess they didn't like the > cold or something. > > the day started out for fiver at 600 hour's with a wake-up cell > call from my Sister. two Yoplait, a morning Frappuccino (cold yppie > coffee in a bottle), and a stop at the local StarBucks for a Lattie' > and coffee and munchies'. then it's off down I-5, 30 minutes to Tacoma > yacht club and the Nemesis; where i have been most graciously invited > for a leisurely fall sail-race. and to enjoy the beautiful autumn > colors, sunny sky's and peaceful water's lapping at the hull. all this > while Capt. Fred single-handedly, and with no handicap, race's seven > other boats. the fastest of which is a new J-35; all of which are one > or another sort of race boat and not cruiser. unlike the Beautiful > Cal-2-30 that the Capt. and i were fearlessly, if not foolhardily, > pitting against the fleet! > > of course, i did not know this when i was welcomed aboard by the > Capt.. and soon after having a good look see around his girl, he and i > cast-off and set sea-ward in search of pray to soundly trounce in an > easy race. so we started east across the bay from Ruston on Point > Defiance, to a place 1.75 mi east of Browns Point south side. this > commonly known as *CYCT*. about a 5 nautical mi passage by the > quartermasters eye; not accounting for set & drift to the E.S.E. of > course (on the flood). once there, with the Capt. i attended > the Skipper's meeting (not that i understood one bloody thing). a > meeting of 35 minutes or so, a ballast stop, and a look at a few boats > in the harbor. then off to the races's! > > the race i'd say (after watching it), was 3.5 mi. cross the bay > to an anchor buoy in front of a restraint and back to another such > anchor buoy on the near shore, then back cross the bay to > the self-same buoy and round to port and back over the finish-line....! > > being the Tactician he was, Nemesis was first over the line to > start by 30 seconds i think. first at any-rate. but you just knew the > *J* would be first of the fleet to show us her heels even if it took > it a bit of time to do so with our lead. what we needed was a > squall-line, what we had was a bunch of light-air boats with new rags > flying! just shows that money can buy something..... > so back and fourth the Capt. went. never giving an inch > that another didn't steal with money and youth. by the last lap, we > were number five out of seven, and the other two were not even close > (probably didn't get home till mid-rats they did). we then came > around; he gave me the helm (and i sucked the paint of the committee > boat with the wind suction as i passed by), giving the Capt. talking > distance to bid the Fellows good-by as we sailed for home-port. and > that is when the fun began. the open water of the Sound......? > > Heel girl, heel ! > and we not talking about a dog.......... > > fiver....... > > > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > See what's new at AOL.com > <http://www.aol.com?NCID=AOLCMP00300000001170> and Make AOL Your > Homepage <http://www.aol.com/mksplash.adp?NCID=AOLCMP00300000001169>. > -- Marsh Wise Webmaster: -reenactor.Net: http://www.reenactor.net/ -Foresthill.us: http://www.foresthill.us/ -Legio IX Hispana Penna: http://www.reenactor.net/units/legio_ix_penna/ - 17. 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