Getting a little frustrated with the boat being back in the water so Wendy took Patrick, Eric and I out on one of the club's J24s. We stopped off at Sam's for lunch and Bloody Mary's.
On the way back around the North side of Angel Island, my beloved Delta Ditch Mount Gay Rum hat blew off in the stiff breeze. All those expensive sailing lessons paid off though and I managed to snag it first time.
Back at the dock, we sent Wendy up the mast. Why? Why not? Perhaps just a way to make sure that the new halyards and sheaves work like they should and that nothing will break unexpectedly. Some of the blocks hadn't been used in a little while and made terrifying squeaking noise as we hoisted her up.
Terrified? Hmmm... looks like the shackle pin could use some seizing wire...
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