We were able to sleep in this morning, and what a nice day to do so, chilly, gray, rainy and 60 deg!! (What month is this?) Ray and Darlene were up early to help out with festivities at DCYC. We wake up to an awesome view of the lake from our bedroom window. The rain and fog although unwanted makes for some really cool scenery amongst the hills and valleys. Darlene and Rays cabin is way cool and we are very fortunate to be able to stay with them a few days. It’s the perfect spot to unwind. Hopefully, the rain won’t put a damper on the party. All events are rain or shine.
The view from Darlene and Ray's porch Friday morning
1130 Setting out on a quest for gasoline, then to the DCYC for noontime events!
1200 Gray and rainy, no gasoline in sight (we missed a station, found one closed or out of business, UGH). Amy and Jeff continued to be champions at the festival winning 2 cranks, 2 plugs, and a cool pin at the games (sail rolling, bailing, cranking halyards). Go Team Tampa!
A full house for the festivities
Bagpipes and Kilts, just like back home in Dunedin!
1300 Somewhat reluctantly, we prepare for the “fun” racing this afternoon. We’re a little OD’d on racing and it’s scheduled to be a 2 hour “fun” race on this gray and rainy day, but it appears to be clearing (ok, my cup is half empty and half full). Amy may have the plan…hot tea drinking, computing, and maybe a little afternoon napping. Jeff’s sailing with some Juniors who were also at NACs. Good kids.
After putting on foul weather pants and spray tops over fleece and thermal layers (summer sailing??) we take the boat and get in line (backwards) for the first photo op, so they took another. We counted about 45-50 boats out!
The “fun” race course takes us into several of the fingers of Deep Creek Lake. We experienced extremely shifty conditions (wheeeee, lake sailing) and unbelievably light air. So, are we having fun yet?
A couple of old timers out for the race, boats that is!
1730 A three hour tour later….They finally call the race. Jeff was one of the 2 boats that finished within the time limit (with only 50 seconds to spare). Thankfully, power boats come to tow us in (although we have mixed feelings, we want to finish, but it’s been very frustrating). We get into our “regatta spiffy” attire for dinner at the club under their beautiful new pavilion. Awards were given to Harry and Karen and recognition to other important folks in the organization. Eric Ammann who was Sandy Douglass’ “right hand man” told a wonderful story about the beginnings of the Flying Scot. He built the boats with Sandy before Harry and friends. (Kim even bought a book by Sandy Douglass!) Its funny, on one hand you know that the Scot being around for 50 years equals a bunch if history. You can really get a better appreciation at an event like this, it kinda hits home. We have also spoken to several people this week who have had a Scot in the family for over 30 or 40 years, and several generations.
Harry tooling around on the "First One" hull #1
So tired, back to Ray and Darlene’s for bedtime, hopefully. The gas gauge is now below “E” and the low fuel warning light has been on since yesterday. Where are all the intersections with gas stations on all 4 corners? With so many steep hills we expect what little gas is in the tank will run to the low side and we will be stuck. Ray gets us to a station and we fill up only to find that we can pump only about 16 gallons, the tank holds 20 gallons so 4 left and all that worrying for nothing. Now I know for the future. Darlene retired early; Kim yawned a lot and felt pretty rude. Turn off the damn computer, its bedtime!
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