Three Sheets

Like a Good Neighbor

(August 2016)

We recently cruised from Port Ludlow after five uncharacteristically warm and sunny days. We hiked, took the bus to Port Townsend, and took advantage of the facility’s bocce and cornhole games. (We played against John & Lynn of Sunlover who were formidable opponents. I have a feeling you’ll see them in the bocce championship next Memorial Day weekend.) Evenings were spent playing Farkel or Pass The Pigs in the Longhouse beside the fire.

Another member who was also visiting at Ludlow greeted the captain of another boat that was approaching our dock, one afternoon, and offered to help him dock as it appeared that was the captain’s intention. As it turns out, the other boat belonged to a neighbor to the west, who was not docking but merely making a wide turn, responded to our member’s friendly offer with a one-fingered salute and the directive to return drinking with the rest of his MBYC’s friends.

I don’t have any idea what warranted this response. Was it our behavior or some past behavior of the club or its members? Clearly, the neighbor did not wish to be friends.

This got me to thinking about what it takes to be good neighbors. Keeping noise to reasonable levels and hours seems obvious. On that score, I thought we did our part but sometimes we boaters forget that voices (and music) travel over water. Generally speaking, though, we didn’t play our music loud or long and we were not late owls.

My secondary thought went to boating practices. Wakes, for example, must be kept to a minimum, - as in none. Here we scored very well. For five days, we watched other (non-member) boaters speeding in with wakes, unaware of their effects.

Finally, I thought of environmental sensitivities. Boating (especially power boating) isn’t environmentally friendly. So what can we do to minimize our impact? (The neighbor has a sailboat.) I, for one, use biodegradable dish soap and I don’t toss anything overboard that wouldn’t otherwise go through our sump. (I will toss over leftover dishwater but not leftover food.) I would shower with biodegradable soaps and shampoos but I haven't found any that work well. I am guilty of pumping my non-organic shower water overboard so I shower on land when that option is available. At least that waste water will, eventually, be treated before being reintroduced to the overall water supply.

I don’t know what irked this neighbor but it is a good reminder that not only must we be good neighbors but we must also be good stewards of the environment and good representatives of our club and of boaters in general.

I offer my apologies to this neighbor whether it was our behavior that was offensive or someone else’s. If there is something we can do to be better neighbors, I will do it gladly.


Roche Harbor Rendezvous

(August 2015)




I didn't do a very good job covering the event this year. I pretty much had a "been there, done that" attitude. (Richard, you asked.) It almost takes as long to get there and back as the event itself and that's when you travel by car and ferry. Going by boat takes longer and is sometimes fraught with peril. (Everyone has a harrowing story about crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca.)

Despite my attitude, we had a great time. We traveled with good friends and made new ones along the way. All the regular events took place: Friday night's tapping of the keg and potluck hors d'oeuvres, and the pet parade and crab-catching contest on Saturday followed by an amazing BBQ dinner catered by Famous Dave's. Like a holiday family reunion, reluctant participation on my part yielded to warm memories, rekindled relationships, and new connections.

The weather participated nicely. Cool temperatures and a light sprinkle greeted visitors on Friday but gave way to sunshine over the weekend.

We came by car and rented a nearby house. When we weren't on the docks, we were exploring San Juan Island. When we were on the docks we were sharing wine with friends, old and new, of which there was plenty. (Of wine or friends, I won't reveal but you are free to guess.)





Some of our very smallest - and cutest - members caught the largest crabs and they were delighted with their prizes - also cute. (The bigger members finishing in the top three seemed just as delighted with their prizes.) First prize in the pet parade went to new members Aaron and Susan! It's always nice to see new members getting involved. (I might have to get a pet and some crab pots for next year.)

Thank you to Jim and Leslie, and all the people who helped them put the weekend together. No matter how many times I go, there's always something new to enjoy. No doubt, I'll be back again next year and I hope you will be there too.


And Now for Something Completely Different

This: the steamship Virgina V
(June 2015)

Change of Watch

It was still about swearing in the new and congratulating the old. Again, we honored those who have volunteered countless hours of their time and talent over the years. There was no shortage of pomp and circumstance.

And then this happened: The steamship Virginia V.

After copious speeches, the annual passing of batons, and the requisite polite clapping on what turned out to be an afternoon bordering on the obscenely hot, we ventured to higher ground for libation and nosh. The champagne was chilled to perfection and a veritable spread lay before us.

Once officers and other dignitaries changed from uniforms to casual boating attire, and the rest of us were well into the cocktail hour, we boarded the 125 foot steamship for a cruise around Lake Washington.

What a magical cruise it was. We ventured around Mercer Island with beautiful music playing, a nice selection of beer and wine, and more food fit for a king. As we gorged ourselves, mere mortals on their pleasure craft idled in awe at our passing. The Virginia V is not a common sight on this lake.
Honored First Family







And then it was over like a fairy tale. Like the end of a beautiful affair, there was nothing left but to clean up and cherish wistful memories. (Like a wedding - or tax season - I dreamt of nothing else for days afterwards, replaying the details in an endless loop.)

Mostly, I remember all the people who helped to make the event possible for Don and Sue - Charlene, Keith, and Shawn being chief among them. They worked their butts off and made it look effortless. Bob and Jesus went above and beyond all expectations to make things run smoothly. They made it look anything but effortless as they worked tirelessly for hours (nay, days) in the heat. There was an army of volunteers who pulled it all together to make it look like we actually knew what we were doing.

And then there was the crew of the Virginia V who brought it all home with flying colors. Captain Dale with his crew and volunteers made the day truly special.

 

Thanks to all who participated. It was a day to be remembered.


Ask not . . .

(April 2015)

I had a conversation with Jennie D. last night wherein she asked me what jobs I was volunteering for next year. That really made me think. Oh, this and that, I replied for indeed I had been roped into volunteered to participate on the Change of Watch Committee.

What are you doing next year? I asked her.

She had been nominated to be Mates Vice President next year.

I better understood her question. A year from now, when most likely she will be nominated for Mates President, she will have a list of offices and committee posts that will need to be filled.

Her question was a good one and one we should all give consideration. What are you doing?


Boat Show Slogan?

(January 2015)

Join a yacht club and we'll show you the ropes.

(If you're already in a yacht club, you know they're not called ropes.)


Why Commas Are Important

(December 2014)

I just noticed that when a woman's cell phone number is listed in the online club roster it reads, "Cell, Mate." Without the comma it would read, "Cell Mate." Surely, none of the Captains regard their Mates in this manner, right? (Careful what you say, Captains, lest we remember your responses the next time we are docking or going through the locks.)


Opportunity, Missed?

(October 2014)

I know how it is with this group: The first person who says, "You know what this Club should do . . . ?" gets nominated to do it. Therefore, I tread lightly when I propose that the dance lessons group missed the opportunity to participate in the Thrill The World event which is an annual worldwide simultaneous dance of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.”

No, it's not ballroom. Or swing. Or, well, anything. But it's fun and easy in 40 easy lessons! (Really!) I learned the entire routine on YouTube over a two-week period, using some great tools from the Thrill The World website. It's absolutely do-able and I would like to think there are members of our group who would like to dress up like a zombie and dance in public.

Well, maybe not but it's just a thought. I hated to miss the event after going through the effort of learning the routine but I caught a nasty cold a couple days ago and there was no way I was going to get out of this bathrobe. (However, I did think about doing it as a zombie doctor while wearing a mask.) The 2014 video isn't up yet but you can see what it looked like last year here.


Roche Rendezvous Reconstructed

(August 2014)

Unfortunately, we were unable to cruise to Roche Harbor this year. Steven Tyler has been stalking me relentlessly and I knew he would try to find me if I was in attendance. It is reported that he did, indeed, go to Roche. While he certainly didn't find me there, I understand he very nearly had the opportunity of having his photo taken with at least one of our members. He never asked and the opportunity was lost. (His loss, no doubt.)

Not having been present at the event, I am left to recreate events via satellite:

Although the area had previously seen brilliant sunshine and endured nearly unbearable heat, the early part of Friday morning saw cooler temperatures after overnight rain. It was a tentative start to the weekend and at least one participant made public her pleas for better weather.

The keg was tapped as clouds were beginning to allow for hope of better weather which provided ample excuse to celebrate - as if any excuse was needed.

Participants were left to enjoy dinner without any direction or leadership whatsoever. Some got dressed up and dined at a fancy restaurant, while others lounged at the spa and dreamed of candled cake. The myriad of culinary enjoyment possibilities was endless.


The weather was decidedly improved Saturday as unwilling pets were hastily costumed for the annual Pet Parade. The whole time they were thinking, "Let's dress up our humans and make them do this walk of shame!" (I am reminded of a previous year when a pet and his owner both dressed as Waldo.) I have no doubt there were amusing costumes again this year as this is a very creative group.

Not everyone catches crabs but one can be assured that people in this group do. One participant celebrated, online, catching crabs for her very first time. (Congratulations, you're family now.) If tradition serves (and it generally does with this group) Bernie was not only judge but also fared well in the crab catching contest. No one needed direction this night with regard to dinner.

I'm sorry to say that I didn't capture an image of Saturday's Evening Colors and Flag Ceremony. I was distracted by something else - probably, a glass of cheap white wine, some Chinese take-out, and something from RedBox. (In all actuality, I was dining with good friends, drinking whiskey, and practicing for a major upcoming cornhole competition of which you will be informed in a timely manner. But that is another matter.)


Tired and weary from the weekend's many activities, sleepy participants were roused by the knowledge that there would be free food provided on the dock. The turnout was not nearly as great as for the tapping of the keg and those who avoided the breakfast gathering also succeeded in avoiding any cleanup responsibilities. We know how this goes: The early bird gets the worm and has to take all the ice chests back to the club while they're at it.


Can you tell that we've gone?

I know that Bill and Michelle did a wonderful job. We happened to spend a couple of days with Bill just prior to the event when our paths crossed at Port Ludlow. He was busy at work preparing for the event: washing his boat, and hauling untold supplies and equipment  to his lazarette, engine room, and extra stateroom, including hundreds upon hundreds of red Solo cups. (One would think boaters are a thirsty bunch.) Even though we didn't attend, I am confident the event was a success. I can tell by the pretty pictures.


Kitchen Remodel

(June 2014)

I took some pictures of the kitchen and dining room the day before Change of Watch. The day after COW a crew of volunteers moved everything out of the kitchen, storage areas, and office in anticipation of demolition that was to occur on the day after that. Those pictures are here:


Created with Admarket's flickrSLiDR.

I have hundreds more photos but haven't had the time to update this slideshow. I am preparing a slide show for the upcoming ribbon cutting and September dinner meeting so an update to this site is imminent.

(Okay, imminent might have been a poor choice of words. Guess I need to get on this.)



Change of Watch

(June 2014)


Programs, get your programs!
This event is the biggest of the year. Preparations start more than six months in advance. Committee members meet to decide who will do what. Which is to say, they try to recruit anyone not clever enough to hide to do all the work. The list of duties is long: they must set the theme, print programs and announcements, decorate the club, make speeches, organize a cruise, buy gifts and party favors, plan the menu and find bartenders, take reservations and arrange table seating, and on it goes. This list is far from complete which worries me greatly since Yours Truly will be organizing next year's event and already is overwhelmed.


This year's theme was hockey as our incoming Commodore was once a Canadian hockey player. I understand that now he is an English polo player which would have made for a much more complicated, if not messy, theme. (No horses or Canadians were harmed in the making of this Change of Watch.)

Trick candle.
The day itself began with cannon fire - a tradition which has yet to be explained to me. Should there be such an explanation, it will be reported here forthwith. (Burnie may believe it's still his birthday and it's a trick candle.)

Dignitaries aplenty.
Dignitaries were then introduced, speeches were made, and the accoutrements of office were passed from retiring officers to the newly elected. Gratitude was freely given for the officers, both retiring and the newly duped, for their countless hours of service to the club.

Retiring officers.
The weather on this day was glorious as we sweat beneath our hockey jerseys which were donned in accordance with the theme. Some, who actually played hockey, removed false teeth which was in accordance with nothing but facilitated drinking through a straw.

Newly duped.
After all was said according to script, the rank-and-file filed in rank to the bar to toast all who were deserving which may have turned out to be most of us judging by the amount of champagne that was put away. After having congratulated each other on whatever our accomplishments might have been, we boarded our boats and paraded about the lake before making our salutes to the new Commodore and First Lady.

Boats on parade.
"No social media!" shouted one.
The boat procession was an agreeable hour and one half although not for everyone. The Anna Marie had engine trouble at the dock and was unable to participate. Fortunately, there was no
one aboard who could not tolerate an express cruiser so the Double Jack was pressed into service. Traveling at a comfortable 28 knots, the Double Jack completed the route in approximately five minutes.

Cocktails were served after the fleet returned after which it's very difficult to remember what happened next. I'm told dinner was served and more speeches were made. Actually, the meal prepared by Chef Bob and his staff was delicious and beautifully presented and the speech makers were so enthralling one wonders why we don't do it more often - perhaps monthly.


The evening dissolved into night as worker bees put away all the decorations, tables were cleared, and chairs were stacked and put away. The rest moved to the docks where the revelry continued  beyond what was strictly necessary to commemorate the day's true purpose. It is this reporter's observance that if our incoming Commodore and First Lady are to be buoyed by glad tidings, their year in command should be nothing but smooth sailing.

Not enough can be said about the organizers of this event. (No doubt plenty will be said next year.) Beth and Marlien did a remarkable job and made it look all so easy. I am acutely aware that, while they had abundant help, it was a daunting task and I - and many others - salute them.
Saluted event organizers
[photo via FB]

Anniversary Issue

(Memorial Day Weekend 2014)

Three Sheets is one year old today and has been viewed over 200 times by members, real and vicarious. Scroll down to read last year's post entitled "Ludlow Logs." I can only hope this weekend measures up to last year's event and that I can continue to measure up as your reporter.

For reference, here is the agenda for the weekend:

Fri - 3pm - kegs tapped
Sorry, was there more?

Outstation's outstation
This year, Hubby and I came by car and registered at the outstation's outstation, The Resort at Port Ludlow, where there is a small contingent of other members spending the weekend. If you're not going to travel by boat, this is a most lovely alternative. For dinner Friday night, we opted for takeout pizza from Cucina Italian Restaurant. Said pizza exceeded our expectations and I would highly recommend the Chicken Pesto Bliss.

Every year there is a casualty to the fleet (figuratively speaking, of course, although we have had some very serious scares in the past). Doug and Jean of the B Swift suffered mechanical difficulties after passing through the locks. Fortunately, they were traveling with Terry and Robbie on Miss Daisy and Dan, Mindy, and Alex on Half Time who assisted in getting the single-engine B Swift to Edmonds. We hope they will be able to join us later in the weekend along with the rest of the 185 total members expected to attend. Our dock will be flanked by over fifty boats before the weekend is through. (The Lynn count for the weekend is expected to be three of the eight members by that name.)

Ludlow outstation, before the fleet arrives.
I forgot my camera this year. Fortunately, Joanie is on the job taking the official photographs. Del and Ernestine will not be here to lend their photographic skills so it's up to you, Joanie! (Contributions from participants will be encouraged and Facebook postings are considered fair game for poaching.)

Brian and Suzy of Hey Suzy, defending champions of the World Famous Bocce Tournament (that's the MBYC WFBT) are not expected to be in attendance, which leaves the competition wide open. No doubt, Lucky Dog has their eyes on the prize as will Nifty Fifty. Double Jack drew the red poker chip number three - a lucky omen, in this reporter's considered opinion - so I'm placing my bets there.

Saturday's events include:
Parking was provided for
members arriving by boat,
car, RV, or tricycle.
9am - eye openers and breakfast
10am - opening ceremonies to games and frolicking
12:30 - hot dogs at the Long House
2pm - knot tying tutorial today at two
4:30 - margaritas and line dancing
6pm - ribs at the Long House

Seeing as it's 9am now, it's time to take a break and see what's for breakfast.

. . .

LATE RELEASE CAUSES EARLY DEATH IN LAWN DARTS!

As the games got underway, I learned that I have no particular talent for lawn darts, the reason for their banishment becoming abundantly clear. Of course, that didn't stop us from tossing the deadly darts around and after I tossed one too high, causing all the participants to scatter, we sought out a safer activity: drinking beer and tossing hard, three-pound balls at each other.

Hubby and I were pitted against the team represented by green poker chip number five, Scott and Carlie, who summarily kicked our butts in bocce. Luckily, they withdrew from the competition when their eight-month-old needed to nap and they drove home to be good parents. We, having no concerns whatsoever about being good parents, were advanced to the next round on the technicality of their forfeiture.

Bocce brackets
In a surprise development, Brian and Suzy unexpectedly arrived to defend their championship dashing the hopes of the remaining competitors for ultimate victory. Also arriving were Doug and Jean of the B Swift who were able to hitch a ride home from their disabled boat in Edmonds to gather sleeping bags and retrieve their car. When I asked Jean about their mechanical difficulties she responded, "It's the engine." Thank you, Jean. That explains everything.

Spoilers

Saturday's officials
The afternoon continued with Bingo, line dancing, and a costume contest featuring the weekend's hoedown theme. As usual, some got into the spirit more than others. There were some who went over the top, demonstrating they were still hanging onto childhood fantasies of cowboys and indians. You be the judge:


Line dancing proved to be more challenging than expected when combined with free margaritas. Dancers moved this way and that, barely keeping in rhythm with the music, bouncing into surrounding dancers who were dressed like drunken cowboys. Of course, some of them were drunken cowboys so that may have added to the confusion. Perhaps next year we should label everyone's feet so they can tell their left from their right and we could play more pleasant music since it was largely disregarded anyway. (Really, people, if you can't get the beat to Elvira there's no hope for you.)
Selfie with the birthday boy

While the fleet dined on ribs, Hubby and I dined with Jim and Diane at the Fireside Restaurant where we had the opportunity to serenade Bernie in celebration of his birthday.  Joining us in raucous song were Jan, Finn, and Darlene before we were politely asked to leave the premises and never to return again.

We showed up Sunday ready for bocce, determined not to repeat another embarrassing defeat. We hired a coach, joined the United States Bocce Federation, and brought our own St. Pierre premium bocce balls "crafted with precision roundness." We arrived on scene wearing performance gear and chanting, "Grab your balls, it's bocce time!" (Luckily, no one heard us.)

We reported to the Ed, the official official, who informed us we were no longer in the tournament. Imagine our disappointment! Apparently, a clerical error in the bocce brackets office resulted in a reshuffling of match ups, leaving Double Jack holding their balls, no longer of any use. The Double Jack team captain appealed to the bocce board and an Ouija board while the tournament continued on.

In addition to bocce, Sunday's itinerary included:
9am - breakfast
10am - waterfall hike
11:30am - Memorial Day service
2pm - inter-club visit from Poulsbo Yacht Club
3pm - dinghy navigation contest
4pm - tippacanoe races
4:30pm - wine tasting with live music from the Jazz Rustlers
6pm - salmon bake dinner
Sunset - sing along (cancelled due to a bimini-induced injury to the guitarist's fingers)

I would like to point out that "nap" was not a featured event. I can't imagine why since the itinerary was exhausting to simply contemplate. No doubt, this was an oversight.


Double Jack's appeal to the bocce board was rejected leaving our team captain with no other option than to join them as an official judge.

Can't beat 'em? Join 'em!


Wine tasting

Preparations for the salmon bake
As the fire was being prepared for the salmon, the rain began in earnest while the thirstiest of us gathered 'neath tents and warmed ourselves with wine provided by Young's Market. Several chose to stock up on wine and sales were good enough for us to temporarily forget about the weather.


As the salmon baked over open flames the bocce tournament culminated in the final match featuring Derek and Linda of Orion versus Chuck and Sandy of Oasis, the latter ultimately winning all the marbles.
Salmon, baking
Official official
From left to right: losers, marble winners
Meanwhile, we were all starving. I was warned not to ask Is it ready yet? as these thing cannot be rushed and the chefs are a temperamental bunch.


Waiting in the rain, not asking When will it be ready?

Tired, esteemed kitchen staff

Salmon, still not rushing
It was worth the wait. Hats off to the crew with hats.

Hatted crew
Monday is largely a day of sail aways as most of the fleet will reposition to Lake Washington. The weather has cleared and waters appear calm as I watch boats peel away from the dock, one by one, while I sip my coffee in bed under a fluffy down comforter. After a plate of eggs, bacon, and French toast, I'll walk to the point and wave at the passing fleet which remains unaware of how badly it reeks of campfire smoke and wet dogs.

Bud was right to give a passing grade to Shannon for putting on an action packed weekend. She was tireless and entertaining, as always, in her efforts to keep everyone engaged in activity and full of food and drink. She had lots of help and I know she would like to thank each and every volunteer if only she could remember everybody's names.

I hope you took notes, Bill and Michelle. You're up next! Here are some helpful tips:

There is a vast network of trails and walking paths in and around Port Ludlow. There are maps posted around town but I swiped one from the hotel that you can have. You can also find a copy of the map here with additional information here. Also, for those arriving by boat, there is a bus stop on Paradise Bay Road at the end of South Bay Lane. From there you can get to Poulsbo, Port Townsend, or the QFC in Port Hadlock (which also has a Starbucks). Although I saw a lot of bus stops around town I didn't see a single bus all weekend so this information is largely theoretical. Finally, you will have to use de-bocce-ery in a sentence but, of course, that could be next year's theme.

I hope everyone makes it home safely. We shall see you in a couple weeks at Change of Watch and I shall be there to bring it to you live. I'll be on it, as Hubby stated early this morning, like  the stink of a yacht club after a long Memorial Day weekend. Hopefully, the stench will have largely dissipated by then.


Boating Season Starts Under Water

(May 2014)

Boating season officially kicked off May 3rd in Seattle. To commemorate the occasion, the weather was predictably wet. Why couldn't we have had Opening Day on Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday?

85 and sunny on Thursday; rain and a high of 62 on Saturday.

MBYC fleet on the log boom
(Photo credit: Del Hoffman)
It rained intermittently during the parade but not enough to dampen spirits. (Libations, yes; spirits, no.) The hardiest among us rafted along the boom beneath dramatic skies while those who had any wits about them worked indoors. Something for the new members to keep in mind: It's fun to raft but it's more fun not to be soaking wet.

As the Club got ready to receive its visitors, Leslie K. handed out nicknames to all our volunteers in the spirit of the Opening Day theme which was Toys Ahoy. "What was your favorite toy?" she asked me. "Mud," I said coming up with no better answer. I was standing next to the Evil Emperor Zurg who suggested I be named, "Silly Putty." I had not previously made the Emperor's acquaintance but he managed to sum me up pretty accurately. (That's why he's an Emperor, I suppose.)

First to arrive was the UW Husky Marching Band. They were served lunch on the lawn until it started to rain, whereupon they moved indoors - all 240 of them. What's it like to have a marching band in your living room? Loud and wild! The band played, the cheerleaders danced, and the men held up their camera phones taking video like they had never seen a teenaged girl before.

Next to arrive were the officers from other clubs. This was a much more staid crowd which is why I don't remember a single thing about them except their crisp, albeit slightly damp, uniforms. (Oh, and their charming wit.) They certainly didn't bring the pomp and circumstance of a marching band and the atmosphere mellowed dramatically.


Finally, the WSU Alumni Band arrived. There were clearly more dogs in the house than cats evidenced by a far less enthusiastic - one might even say disinterested - crowd. (Plus, the cheerleaders were considerably older so there's that.) Before the day was through, the boats were rafted five deep on our guest docks. (Let's hear it for the dock crew!)

Saturday's weather wasn't too bad for the annual parade of boats and those on the log boom had a front row seat.
Thistle Dew, cleverly disguised as Bud's Toy Box

Our entry, Bud's Toy Box, featured Tinker Toys, "wooden" blocks, Raggedy Ann, and an adorable fluffy dog. It was towing a giant Tippecanoe (not a canoe, and not tipped) that had steered far off course from the last year's Memorial Day cruise at Ludlow.

While Thistle Dew took second place in the decorated boats, Mary Ann took second place for "Dressed Power" which sounds like "Dress for Success" and might as well have been. The Mary Ann carried the club's officers who looked more sharp and snappy than all the others except the officers from Day Island who, apparently, were the sharpest and snappiest.

The Admiral's Trophy went to Tacoma Yacht club for their boat decorated as a Radio Flyer wagon.

Hard to believe this is a boat!
Despite the wet weather, the event came together without a hitch. The food was good, as always, and Lynn and Alan did an excellent job of wringing their hands and looking worried. (See? It wasn't so bad. Have a good stiff drink because you know you'll be recruited to do it again next year.) Volunteers were plentiful, knowledgeable and friendly, and so hard working that I was able to shirk almost all my assigned duties. (I still get to put in on my Activity Report, right?)

After everyone had gone home, the skies really opened up. From my vantage point in front of a cozy fireplace with a glass of wine, I could see that the sky had became colorless outside my window and I thought of all the officers who were at the Trophy Presentation and Closing Ceremonies at SYC in the pouring rain. Too bad the theme wasn't Scuba. I'm sorry we didn't get to participate this year by boat but I'm glad I wasn't the one standing out there in the rain. (Come to think of it, that's a pretty good reason for not being an officer, too.)

Here's to sunnier skies and seeing you all out on the water! Set your watches for August - I hear it's nice then.

Cowgirl Jessie forwarded some links that you can peruse: Opening Day Parade Winners 2014 and a slide show from Komo News of the days events which is worth viewing.

Thank you to my contributing correspondents, Cowgirl Jessie, Lisa M, and Del. 
Thistle Dew contributed by Michael and Cheryl
Photos provided by Lisa M., except where noted
Boat decorations: Sean and Lisa
Event Coordinators: Alan and Lynn
Volunteers aplenty

Dirty Bingo Is Not Raunchy

(March 2013)

It was hardly dirty, even. There were only two men there but they both had their shirts on. I don't even remember anybody swearing.

It was a packed room on bingo night with enough women having intermittent hot flashes to power a small city. To make it worse, the faster Don called the numbers, the more the women sweated to cover their bingo cards. Thank goodness Bernie was tending bar or the women would have surely melted into their daubers creating colorful pools of estrogen.

We might have had a smaller turnout but Susan was aggressive in her signups. If you saw her anytime during the month of February, she would sign you up on the spot leaving no room for negotiation. It worked, though, every seat was taken.

Prizes ran the gamut from cocktails napkins to literature, including candles, nail polish, perfume, and flavored lip balm made by the exclusive designer Try Me! My favorite was a knit hat that looked like a tiger that I won by stealing it from a little girl although, in my defense, I purloined the hat to give to my very adorable grandson. Alas, the conquest was short lived as the hat was later stolen from me by the Former First Mom who later shamed me by giving it back to the little girl who, admittedly, looked better in the hat than I did.

I suppose that's what makes the affair a dirty one, this business of stealing. I sure hope this month's bowling outing isn't dirty because I don't know what I'd do with a stolen bowling ball. Although, I might be able to make a case for the shoes.

Thank you, Susan, Don, and Bernie!


Bring on the Crab!


Crabivores
This annual event - appropriately named Crab Feed - is not to be missed. It's when you strap on a feed bag and eat as much crab as you can. It's impossible to fully appreciate this meal unless you attend. Fresh crab is locally purchased and transported to the Club. Fresh, as in it was alive and kicking only hours before and cooked that morning.

A beehive of activity starts early in the day with table setting. It's amazing what happens before it all happens. A group of (mostly) women swarm the Club and organize themselves into productive activity, all in an effort to support the Queen, Willa, who is the Hostess With The Mostest, make no mistake. This woman makes entertaining 200+ people look easy, although how she does it, I have no idea.

It's a lip-smacking event. Everyone socializes until the crab is served. Then, it's every man for himself as diners become intent on the task at hand: picking apart a whole crab for delicious consumption. And, in case that's not enough, there's a beautiful salad; hip-enlarging, butter-drenched bread with a secret concoction of spices; and cookies to go along with it.

If you're a boater in the Northwest, you know how to eat crab and everyone has his or her own style - from the bait to preparation to the actual eating of the crustacean. Some bring their own tools. Some rip apart the claws with their bare hands. Some use the very crab itself to pick out the meat. But all appreciate a fresh caught crab and no one went home hungry that night.


October Dinner Meeting - 2013


I can't imagine I'll update this page after every dinner meeting because, generally, nothing noteworthy ever happens. As pleasant as the dinner meetings are, anything worth gossiping about happens on the water. Although, I did hear a rumor that this month's steak was laced with chocolate which could explain why I ate it with such unusual vigor.

The big news this month was the Ship's Store was open. There's still no one who wants to take it over permanently so get your Christmas shopping done. Who knows when you might get another chance?

Also, congrats to Don and Susan on becoming grandparents!


September Dinner Meeting - 2013


We reconvened at the club for the first dinner meeting of the year to be greeted by this shocking news:


Ship's Store Closed Until Further Notice!


This came as a grave disappointment as I had prepared a shopping list: new burgee, boat bag, and car decal. (Sorry, P!) Let's hope that we find someone to take over this important function because more than time, money is money! We need to get the Ship's Store open!


Reeling from our inability to spend money in the store, we were forced to spend it in the bar. From what I can tell, you spent it upstairs rather than downstairs or have we gone so far as to sober up? God help us all, for what is this club without alcohol but a bunch of dull boaters? With all that extra cash in your pockets, we should have seen our sales soar.

Perhaps, our heavy spenders were still sailing as there were some notable absences last evening. We will surely single them out next month as those among us with the deepest tans. Do not take offense if we are, justifiably, envious. But, please, bring your wallets next month. We will do our best to find a way to relieve you of their contents. (Although, one member's wallet was impressively drained in exchange for a reserved parking spot for the year.)

The first meeting of the year is like going back to school: We meet with friends we haven't seen for months, are pummeled with reminders of upcoming events and deadlines, and jostle to sit next to the popular kids. And then, there's always a new kid to be introduced and welcomed into the fold.

The new kids get all the attention, don't they? Everyone buzzes about them. We tell them the red flags on their name tags are to identify them as special - which is, in a sense, true - but it's really a bulls eye for chairmen looking to fill out their committee rosters. Let them feel special. The truth will soon be known.

We welcomed Greg and Connie's son and Shawn's brother as new members. Greg, of course, was very comfortable introducing his son in front of a crowd of approximately 250 people. Shawn and I, on the other hand, felt some trepidation at the prospect and so we flipped a coin. (And by flipped a coin I mean I was the first to say Not it!) Both men did a fine job with their introductions.

Knowing that Shawn might get cold feet, I prepared a speech of my own and had it ready in case I was called from the wings to go on in his place. It wasn't needed, of course, but I had the chance to read it to John and Lynn at the end of the night and they felt it was the better speech.

This is the speech you didn't hear last night:
I would like to introduce my brother-in-law, John, and his fiancee, Lynn.
I've known John for a long time. My husband, Shawn, of course, has know him for a lot longer - almost his whole life. John is a very interesting guy. For many years he worked as an International Man of Mystery. In his job, he traveled the globe and spoke seven languages fluently. No, sorry, that's not a seven, that's a one. He speaks one language fluently. (Almost fluently.)
John met Lynn ten years ago in a far-off and exotic location when they were working on a secret mission together. They fell in love, retired from the secret agent business, and purchased a 62 foot Ray Sea together. No wait, that's a 26 foot Sea Ray.
Shawn and I have been very privileged to spend the last few summers boating with John and Lynn. In that time they have met many Club members as we've cruised the open waters together. And still they wished to join our merry organization.
John and Lynn have diverse interests beyond boating. They are nationally recognized corn hole players, each recently competing in a local corn hole tournament. (If you don't know what that is, you'll just have to ask them.) And, when they think no one is listening, they like to sing karaoke. (I have to say - after a few beers, they can be quite entertaining.)
Besides taking care of their cats and their families in Marysville - and their current occupations at Boeing - they also do freelance work as our body doubles when Shawn and I are too busy to be in two places at once as is too often the case. In this manner, we expect to double our volunteerism at the Club on our next activity report.
Please join me in welcoming two of my favorite people: John and Lynn
Perhaps it was a good thing I lost that coin toss after all.

Roche Report - 2013


8/16 (Fri) - Your faithful reporter hasn't abandoned you; keep your pants on. I began the Roche Report on *gasp* paper - due to the lack of an internet connection - and was fearful that I would have to post a notice advising the Report would be available only upon request whereupon I would make my notepad available for public inspection and readers would have to decipher my scribble. Thankfully, paper was part of our welcome packet this year and I brought a pen. Otherwise, I might have had to release my journal which contains more information about this journalist than would be strictly appropriate to share. Once we got the WiFi hooked up, we found ourselves back in business, and all the world became right again.

View from Rapunzel's previous abode.


Hubby and I came by land, not by sea, this year. We rented one of the extremely inappropriately described "cottages" for the weekend, having already concluded our summer cruise. Our roommates included a truly sexy British guy, born in Seattle - his description, not mine - and his dazzling wife, the Duchess of Razzle. Said "cottage" is perched high on a hill, overlooking the harbor and the quaint villagers' boats below.

That being said, here is the transcript of my handwritten notes:

The cruise started as most cruises do - small talk about the summer and comparing cruise experiences since the sun began to shine on July 5th. (Truthfully, it's been a beautiful cruising season that started with Opening Day.) One only had to walk the docks to surmise we possibly have a record turnout. We have 180 participants this year! Many of us were at the end of our cruises while others were just heading out while still others had been there and done that and were just there for the free beer and doughnuts.

We convened on the dock to swap stories and the usual bevy of nosh - which was plentiful, colorful, and richly inventive - before dispersing for our evening sustenance, but not before hearing from our beloved Fleet Captain who I might say was working her tail off were she to have one in the first place. [I might seriously consider making this a shorter sentence! But not today.]


After dinner with Groucho Marx and a birthday girl (!!!), we settled in for the evening even as the echoes of the bar's live band and revelers of two wedding parties faded into the night. [Note: There is at least one wedding party PER DAY here.] It was hard to know whether to shimmy or to shake as we prepared for sleep.

8/17 (Sat) - The day began with eye openers on the dock, although why they call it that one can only speculate - sugar doughnuts and Bloody Mary's are most likely to invite eye closers, if anything. It may have been a ploy in which to level the playing field in the events that followed as the day was geared towards competition.

First off was the Crab Derby. Those who did have their eyes opened dropped crab pots. Those who did not have their eyes open dropped crab pots and later couldn't find them. Or, it's the other way around - I don't remember as this reporter didn't have her eyes opened. Instead, she followed the smell of bacon to a nearby cafe and found this to be preferable to venturing out into the early morning fog, forgoing coffee, only to dampen one's bottom by keeping company with stinky crab pots.

Between the Derby and the Pet Parade competition, groups were organized to go on various walks into some void sometimes referred to as "nature." This reporter is specifically allergic to nature as it reinforces the camping essence of boating - it's gritty and sometimes it bites. (If I'm going to bother staying in a "cottage," why on earth would I consider spending time with nature?) One group went to the Sculpture Park and the other went to the Mausoleum.

Naps followed for everyone but the most enterprising. Not the kind where everyone rolled out a mat and was instructed to put down one's head, but the kind that comes from an exhausting schedule of having one's eyes opened, floating into the open sea to drop any manner of fowl into the water as crab bait, and hiking one's butt off. Seriously, I'm yawning as I think about it.

One who remained awake hauled rubbish from his boat and tried to foist it on passersby by slapping up a For Sale sign and having an impromptu garage sale. He even went so far as to hire a shill in order to increase interest in his wares. How gauche! He managed to sell everything he was hawking, however, and, in full disclosure, this reporter picked up quite the bargain herself!

Both nappers and non-nappers reconvened on the dock to witness the annual Pet Parade Competition. Truly, this is a spectacle worth watching as one cannot decide if the pet is on display or its owner. And, here I must apologize. I took plenty of pictures of this event and I am coming up short due to another magnetic disturbance of the kind that won't allow me to read my SD card. Some of the evidence is still intact (don't you worry) but other key elements are missing. Unless the disturbance is righted or one of our many photojournalists on staff submits their photos (deadline, people!), I'm afraid I have no visual for this event. (This page will be updated should photos later become available.)

After the Pet Parade the crabs caught earlier were weighed and measured. This reporter became fearful that the crabs would attack the dogs, the dogs would chase the cats, even as the cats devoured the crab. As it was, the only bite was suffered by Crab Judge Bernie B, said title being no reflection on his countenance. (Pictures, again, are unavailable. If I find that magnet, I shall destroy it.)

Not Miss Robin, or any robin, for that matter.
Crabs measured and keg tapped, the band began tuning up. As a first, the Nauticats were preceded by an opening act, the beautiful and talented Miss Robin. The Nauticats followed and played such music as to rouse the crowd on the dock so much so that the brides elsewhere in the resort began to reconsider their choice in entertainment for their receptions. Sorry ladies, we found them first. Certainly, we hope that Miss Robin will be available to open for the Nauticats again!

"If gluttony is a sin,
at least walk out
with clean hands."
Then, finally, the event we had all be waiting for - free food. Dinner was catered by Famous Dave's. This reporter's eyes were fully open as she devoured ribs, chicken, brisket, beans, cornbread, and bread pudding. (Surely, I am leaving something out.) All that is left of dinner is the wipe.

The presentation of awards followed dinner. In the pet category, Best Matching Outfits went to Murphy and owner, Chris N., for their matching Waldo costumes. Lily took first prize for Best Dog Trick while Lucy Lou was awarded Best Dog that Responds to Command. Most Lovable Dog went to Edgar and Best Groomed Dog went to Levi. Lauren, Carter, and Hunter were each awarded prizes in the Kids Division.

Taylor B. took first place in the Crab Contest, Kids Division, with a crab measuring 7.05 inches. Hayden H.
Losers fom the Crab Contest.
followed in second place with a 6.852 entry, Brad was in third with 6.78, with Kevin G. rounding out fourth at 6.4 inches.

In the adult division, Roger M. beat out all others with a crab measuring 7.21 inches, (Judge) Burnie "I Smell Something Fishy" B. was in second at 7.195, John M. took third for a 7.01 entry, and Lisa M. came in fourth at 6.97. If the rest of the losers think they'll have their names mentioned here, they should think to do better next time!

The Evening Colors and Flag Ceremony was held at dusk on the docks, a somber and beautiful presentation when national anthems are played and flags are lowered and presented. Special presentations were made to officers of The Club as everyone paused to reflect on the meaning of these symbols as well as on what might lurk in the water below.

Standing on the dock as the sky began to color, one couldn't help but notice the proximity of the M.V. Phecal Phreak. At low tide the dock where the ceremonies were to take place appeared miles above the shallow, oily water below. At high tide, only the distance improved. The seriousness of the moment was shattered when otherwise respectable members of our leadership plunged into the questionable waters below. With each jump, the crowd roared and egged on the next in line. Dani, the last to jump, simply had no choice - she either had to jump or risked being pushed in by the crowd behind her.

This is not a feat for the weak of heart or stomach. Some called them brave Others called them fools,

Courageous fools.
8/18 (Sun) - It was Bon Voyage and Safe Sailing to Captains, Mates, Crew, and Guests. It was another successful rendezvous due in no small part to the outstanding efforts of Shannon U. with the dedicated (or recruited under threat) support of her family along with the helping hands of many. All had a merry time and departed with the anticipation of coming together again.

Fourth of July - 7/4/13


This event came and went as fast as the Double Jack on plane. It was almost over before it started and all we are left with is the exhaust fumes of memory - which, depending on age or drink of choice - makes things cloudy indeed. My attention was primarily focused on my granddaughter, who was in attendance, so who could blame me for not paying strict attention to the likes of you? (Can you not agree that she's the most beautiful granddaughter ever?) I did take pictures but you're not in any of them so you won't see them here.

The day started early enough for the worker bees that are responsible for events like this. Of course, Shannon and her family were there to set up, along with several others, while Bob was in the kitchen preparing enough food for a small army.

I don't know what to say about an event where the children of the person who organized the thing wins all the prizes but shouldn't there be a disclaimer or something? Perhaps,
Employees, interns, contractors, and officers of MBYC, and its parent company, subsidiaries, affiliates, and their respective directors, officers, employees, advertising and promotion agencies, representatives, and agents (Contest Entities), and members of the Contest Entities’ and their immediate families (parents, siblings, children, spouses, and life partners of each, regardless of where they live) and members of the households (whether related or not) of such employees, officers and directors are ineligible to participate in this Contest....blah blah blah.
The event kicked off with a balloon toss. This reporter was disqualified in the first round when she was splattered by the errant toss of a nearby competitor. Having thus lost complete interest in the remainder of the event, I can only tell you that the winners outlasted all the other competitors of which there were many. Whether they did this by cheating or skill, I have no idea. I have it on good authority that Shannon's kids took the prize but whether that was a shiny new car or a handful of stickers, I can't confirm.

Horse races commenced shortly thereafter and created quite a ruckus as attendees stormed the betting windows in an effort to throw their money away. Ken rolled the dice, while Carter advanced the horses (showing off his excellent counting skills) and the crowd cheered for their favorites to win. My focus continued to be pulled by very short people so I can't tell you the outcome of any of the races. I can tell you all that shouting made people very thirsty and hungry.

After the last race, we were treated to a massive selection of food: ribs, hot dogs, corn dogs, potato salad, coleslaw, watermelon, corn on the cob, and baked beans. Not to mention, beer and wine. Someone very thoughtful produced a cake in celebration of Bob's birthday and after a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday (in round and three party harmony), we indulged in dessert.

Leaning back in our chairs afterwards with our belts loosened, we judged participants in the Show Your Spirit Fashion Competition. The bathing suit and interview segments of the competition were eliminated to keep the day's event on schedule and we quickly moved to a vote based on applause. The voting was very close and Jim M. was asked to make the tie breaking call. Someone had to explain to me later that the red, white, and blue spectacle that won the fashion competition was non other than Shannon's son. Whaddyaknow? I was starting to see a theme here and it had nothing to do with this nation's birth.

The highly anticipated raffle followed. In the fast paced event, numbers were called rapidly as winners dashed forward to claim their prizes. I have no idea if Shannon's kids were in on this one. Things were moving so fast it was hard to stay focused on my own tickets much less wonder about anyone else's.

And in a flurry, it was all over. Participants wandered away to avoid having to do more than was absolutely necessary in the way of cleanup and found their places on boats, at home, or at Bellevue Park to wait for the fireworks show that would cap off the whole night. The true worker bees stayed behind and washed dishes until their fingers shriveled like raisins and their manicures were ruined.

Despite the dire predictions of many of the bridge members, the event was a terrific success for which Shannon deserves the credit (along with the many people who helped her). As for her kids, anyone who is willing to dress up as a corn dog and a taco (which was supposed to represent something else, but I can remember what) deserve a prize or two.

I won't be attending the Maple Bay Cruise so if you wish to see that event covered here, you'll have to do it yourself. I will see you at Roche, however, and I'll try to pay better attention to what's going on and will be sure to bring my camera. Of one thing I can be sure, if Shannon's in charge it should be a good time!


Change of Watch - 6/1/13


Today the Club was engaged in the ceremony of installing its new officers. This affair was laced with the pomp and circumstance of tradition. Dignitaries were introduced, flags were flown, and Burnie's great cannon was fired.  The tradition behind the cannon fire is unknown and one can only speculate that its purpose is simply to awaken the drowsy and hard-of-hearing spectators. (Takes one to know one, Burnie.)

Change of Watch
The event was well documented as the club was able to easily hire out-of-work photojournalists from the Chicago Sun-Times.

Out of work photojournalists.
The necessary speeches were made as the accouterments associated with each office were passed from one retiring officer to the next in line. Twice, we nearly needed to call for medical aid as participants found the steep stairs leading to the podium quite treacherous. Gasps arose from the crowd as Bob M., in a sling from recent surgery, tripped and nearly separated his other shoulder. Cries again rose up as Lon H. nearly tumbled on his journey up the stairs. As a result, the Trustees held an emergency meeting after the ceremony to discuss installing a stair lift with variable speeds that could double as a kiddie ride at Fourth of July and Hot August Nights.

Although Fleet Surgeon Dean G. was on hand, he was fortunately not called into service. Certainly, no assistance was required from our newest member, Lauren C., as she was able to jauntily skip up the stairs in platform shoes. Ah, youth.....

Welcome, Lauren!
Newly sworn-in officers were called upon to give their reports. On what, one wonders, would an officer, being in the position for less than five minutes, have to report? Indeed, no reports were given by any officer save from one, Fleet Captain Shannon U., who had much to say. Fortunately, her report was very entertaining which bodes well for the membership who will be hearing a good deal from her over the next four years.

Outgoing Commodore Loretta made her farewell speech gladly as she handed over the reins of leadership to Bud S. Emcee PC Greg made the most of the situation by kissing them both and declaring, "I've just kissed a Commodore and I think I liked it!"

The ceremony was followed by champagne toasts and topical appetizers prepared by the one and only Chef Bob and served at the Tiki bar after which the slightly tipsy crowd boarded their boats for the short cruise to Bud Island.

This reporter was fortunate enough to be invited aboard the Grand Adventure hosted by Secretary David and Mate Judy. The weather was perfect for the occasion as we made our way out from Meydenbauer Bay across Lake Washington.



Bud Island, we found, was a small island staunchly defended by a fleet of canoes that floated hither and yon without much direction or apparent leadership. The fleet ships easily intimidated the tiny navy and invaded the  small island. The natives were quite receptive to the invasion, however, and offered its new inhabitants a local concoction later named "Blue Death" by Tom W. who had more than his fair share and may have named the drink for its inevitable aftereffects.

Invasion of Bud Island
Blue Death

The invaders, tired from overexposure to sun and alcohol, re-boarded their vessels and retreated to whence they came singing merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. The three-hour tour concluded without mishap or shipwreck and all returned safely which necessitated further celebration with feasting and speechifying.

The focus of the day's events was the congratulating of outgoing officers and newly appointed ones, the main event being the installation of our new Commodore Bud and Mate Dani. Not enough can be written for the amount of dedication required of the Commodore and his Mate and we all wish them well and thank them for their service to the Club. There wasn't a dry eye in the house as a tribute in the form of a slide show was presented.

Three Sheets wishes to congratulate Bud and Dani and thank Bill S. and Terynia S. for putting together such a wonderful event. As was pointed out to me by the hosts of the Memorial Day Cruise, we omitted photos of the organizers of said cruise. The editor must make apology for this omission here again and for failure to capture a photo of the guests of honor. The Sun-Times might take a lesson from this error and consider that reporters with camera phones may not provide adequate coverage.

However, as one of only two sources of online news still available to the public free of charge, the readership may be forgiving. While there may be an opportunity to pick up a professional photojournalist on staff here at Three Sheets, the owners of said publication may consider charging a subscription to cover its costs. For the moment, Three Sheets remains free to the public even as it seeks to acquire the Ludlow Logs which will be incorporated here sometime in the near future.

Thank you for reading and see you at the next event!

Wanted: Photojournalist. No experience required.


Ludlow Logs 2013


5/23 (Thu)

Day One and I'm already behind the curve. I did all my meal planning and pre-cooking in Vancouver in between previewing potential new living quarters. We left Vancouver around 12:30 and docked at Kingston around 7 pm. The clothes, we packed last week, the last time we were in town. After docking, I realized I packed cheese but forgot the crackers and also forgot the roast beef which will make our roast beef sandwiches a little thin. But it stopped raining by the time we reached the locks which also happened to be high tide and now that we're docked the crackers don't really matter. We went through the locks with Dharma and Bandit and arrived at Kingston after the fuel dock and the marina office were closed. Tomorrow, we'll get fuel and I'll get WiFi so I won't have to publish using my phone. Until then, bon voyage and safe travels. Wait. Is that redundant? (Loretta was right. This is a lot like camping.)


5/24 (Fri)

0918 - Day Two for me but maybe it's Day One for you. It's starting out as a beautiful sunny day for us at Kingston. I hope it's just as pleasant for you, wherever you are. We are sipping our coffees and *choke* working. I successfully managed to avoid work all week and I suspect my employer knows it. I need to write some e-mails or something before I get handed my walking papers. Of course, then I'd have more time for boating. But, as you know from past experience, I am much better at goofing off when I have something to avoid. So think of it as motivation.

Double Jack, Kingston

Low tide, Kingston

1215 - Finally got underway as Bidarka was pulling into Kingston. Rumor has it they made the unscheduled stop due to an overheating engine and are still there awaiting a mechanic. Oh, no!

1300 - Arrived at Ludlow after passing several Meydenbauer boats. Traveling at 28 knots, our cruises tend to be brief.

1515 - We are rafted alongside Chère with Miss Daisy on the other side. The keg's been tapped and this reporter is thirsty!

Getting ready, Ludlow

1700 - Good news! Bidarka made it to Ludlow! Meanwhile, the swing-ferry between between Selah and Moon Shine has been perfected but, luckily, OSHA shut it down for lack of safety equipment. The first flight was recorded, however, and with any luck we'll be able to post video.

Plenty of power and water at Ludlow
1900 - Down came the rain and washed the spider out. But not the members of MBYC, no sir. As the rain came down, some hearty souls remained outside, some with umbrellas, others with raincoats, and still others brave enough to get soaked to the skin, all with watered down beverages. As with the Great Flood, the flock moved to find shelter, two by two, until none remained save one.

I stayed at my picnic table until I was fairly rescued from my own stubbornness. Still, it was a pleasure to watch the camaraderie of a group of fellow travelers, huddled together, gaining warmth from the fire and a common friendship.

Oh, and they were closer to the keg.

The Fleet

Later - As the evening progressed, revelers gathered for music and song in the Long House encouraged by a fine buzz brought on by the exhaustion of the day and, no doubt, a nip or two. The party echoed and floated down like a fog in the mist of the night over the boats that bore silent witness as if outcasts.

But not all the boats were empty. Some tired travelers made their way to the dock and picked their way over slippery gangplanks to catch a few quiet hours alone in an otherwise social weekend. As for me, I was preparing for the Games ahead. Spurred on by Shannon U.'s comment, "I am a winner!" I felt I owed it to her competitive spirit to give her a game worth fighting for.

I met with my bocce coach for final instructions. I met with my yoga master to meditate and visualize my winning performance. I stretched. I carbo-loaded. I got a massage. I took only league-sanctioned nutritional supplements and took no injections of any kind, whatsoever. I hydrated and went to bed early. And all night long, I dreamed of victory.

Oh yes, Shannon U., I'm coming for you.

GAME ON!

5/25 (Sat)

1000 - After sustaining our bodies with nutrition and a light five-mile run, Shannon U. was itching to start the games, calling together the officials and yelling "Who's Team 9? Team 9 is going down!" until she saw me. Then, she asked "Who is this athlete?" her nerves beginning to fray. Good, I thought. Best to get in her head early.

A crowd gathered around Bocce Court One as the opening ceremony began. After a military fly by, the conch was sounded and the games began.

Shannon and David won the coin toss and took an early and aggressive lead. Smack talk between the teams nearly elevated to physical blows as the women were prepared to literally duke it out. Team Double Jack rallied, chipping away at the score causing the Lucky Dog team to worry they would lose the coveted Bocce Ball Trophy. Playing to 11, Lucky Dog quickly scored to 10 but Double Jack refused to give in.

The court was out of level, the judge was drinking Bloody Marys, and the balls were wet and coated with freshly cut lawn clippings. How could this possibly be a fair fight?

The reigning champions prevailed in the end and advanced in the ranks while Double Jack made the walk of shame back to the docks.

It's still early, Shannon U. It's a long way between Game One and the Finals. Good luck to you. You are a formidable opponent.

Team 17 warming up even as rain threatens to delay The Games.
1230 - Burnie Dogs were served at the Long House and before you knew it they were gone! My goodness, this is a hungry bunch. I believe close to 200 dogs were grilled but I should get you some statistics on the total stores to put on this Memorial Day event. I'm sure it takes a staggering amount of food and coordination. Kudos to our Fleet Captain for making it all happen and making it appear effortless!

Bocce continued throughout the afternoon, with each game gathering more cheers from the crowd. Benches were arranged stadium style, a marching band took the field at halftime, and we set the world record for the longest crowd wave.

Amid all the hubbub, there was also a poker tournament (won by Alan M.), Bridge, Cribbage, Bananagrams, and children chasing dogs. And, the Ships Store was open for business and making a profit on the poor weather. If you weren't doing something, you were doing nothing.

1700 - Top shelf Martinis were served by Tim and Lorrie after which a fine and hearty dinner was served.

Martinis at Cocktail Hour
After dinner, Round Two of the Bocce Tournament commenced with the much anticipated matchup of Lucky Dog (Shannon and Dave) and Nifty Fifty (Susan and Alice). Conditions were rough with wet fields, tired contestants, and a fan base distracted by martinis and full bellies. Lucky Dog had obviously prepared for the round and was focused on the game at hand, setting their sights on defending their championship status.

Nifty Fifty played a little looser. With drinks in hand they fairly lobbed their balls with their eyes closed and yet managed to bowl consistently nearest to the jack with the flair of Umberto Granaglia. Nifty Fifty upset Lucky Dog in more ways than one when, according to tradition, they offered their fannies to be kissed by the losing team. Lucky Dog wasn't so lucky, was they? Needless to say, it was a crushing blow to the self-proclaimed "winner" of yesterday.

Tough luck, Shannon U. Man up.

1900 - Live music was provided by Jim Nybe and the F Street Band while the Blues Brothers kicked off the dancing.

A surprise visit from the Blues Brothers
Rain failed to put a damper on the evening. Dancers crowded the dance floor under the open skies without regard for the weather, splashing about in their hooded raincoats, until local noise ordinances forced the band  to call it a night. It hardly mattered. The dancers continued to dance their manic I've-had-enough-of-this-rain-dance, keeping rhythm to whatever music was in their own heads. One by one the dancers finally stopped and blinked at each other in the dark, wet night as if awakening from a spell, each asking the other What the hell are we doing standing around in the rain? With sanity thus restored, all headed back to their boats to hunker down for a good night's sleep.

5/26 (Sun)

0900 - Plain and blueberry pancakes were offered up with bacon for breakfast. Who can resist bacon? (I've even heard of bacon cupcakes!)

Today's weather forecast.
Drip

Camping, indeed. We ate breakfast in the rain under tarps that couldn't possibly keep all the rain out. Luckily, today's itinerary is mostly open allowing everyone an opportunity to dry out as best as their individual boats will allow. I, for one, am considering wearing my shower cap and swim goggles for the duration of the weekend.

1000 - Leslie K. led a small troupe of travelers to a mystical waterfall to pick mushrooms and visit forest trolls. They managed to come back, mostly in one piece, without any mushrooms and none with a single picture of a troll. There is, however, a great picture of Mallory M. repelling down the face of a cliff which accounts for her aches and pains. I hope you feel better soon, Mallory!

1130 - Back at the Long House, Bridge Officers led a somber Memorial service. It's always a tear-jerker but that's mainly the point. Maybe not so much to cry, but to remember and in doing so, with soulful music in the background, it's hard not to feel something. It was very nicely done.

Bridge Officers
1500 - Led by Leslie and Steve K, the Tippecanoe Races got underway. I don't know why they call them Tippecanoes. They're not canoes and they don't tip. They do, however, sail and one almost got away!

A non-canoe, not tipping.
Meanwhile, the Bocce tournament was winding up. The Nifty Fifty team played against Relax'n and won, advancing to the next round. Alice, who is already being discussed as this year's MVP, will undoubtedly be next year's first round draft pick. She had the bowling skills to carry Nifty Fifty all the way to the Finals!

After checking the bracket board, Nifty Fifty assumed they had several hours to recoup before the next round but in a surprise reshuffling of the schedule, they found themselves playing back to back matches. Unfortunately, the lack of rest between games was Nifty Fifty's demise as they lost to Bill and Virginia of Team Hapuna.

The Final pitted Hapuna against Brian and Suzy of Hey Suzy. It was standing room only for the main event. Hey Suzy took an early lead which did nothing to shake Team Hapuna's nerves, having established a reputation throughout the tournament as the come-from-behind team. The game lasted for hours with Hapuna chipping away at Hey Suzy's lead. The teams were exhausted, the Gatorade was all gone, and dinner was almost ready. Still, none could be persuaded to move from their seats as the match dragged on.

Finally, Hey Suzy bowled a two-pointer which put them one point from the win. A hush fell over the crowd as a referee took measurements.

Official measurement.
The betting became furious with the odds changing wildly. There was a slight delay of game as order was restored. The players conferred with coaches as officials, once more, weighed the balls to ensure there was no foul play involved.

After play resumed, the end came quickly for Hapuna as Hey Suzy scored the winning point.

Team Hapuna, Head Official Ed, Champions Hey Suzy.
As the tournament wound down to its conclusion, dinner preparations were well underway. Salmon, fastened to cedar planks with string, were basted with melted butter, secret seasoning salts, and beer. The planks were then arranged around an open fire and tended to with loving care by experts in their field.


Experts in a field.
Without question, the culinary conclusion to this day of competition and camaraderie is without comparison and caps off the cruise so creatively. Skol to you, fine cooks!

After dinner, Ron N. led us all in Row, Row, Row, Your Boat in round and three part harmony as a serenade to our last evening together.

Ron N. leads us in song.
2330 - All that's left to say is Thank You to Don and Susan for a great weekend!! You put on a spectacular event and a good time was had by all.

Well done!
Maybe Shannon will do a better job of keeping the rain at bay next year. (We can only hope.)

Good Night!


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