Boots does float

Boots emerging from the ooze
Boots emerging from the ooze

We were too busy sailing to fully document the event, that’s how we roll.

After an extended period of trying to sail off the ledge that runs off the south end of the island, Boots was forced to wade out and retrieve his boat.

The trip from the shore to the island involved wading through chest high pond water, which you would avoid even touching if you could. The island is home to the flock of geese that people seem to like. Personally I think of them as little more than nasty crap producers. With that in mind you can imagine the water quality around the island.

As far as I am aware Boots is still alive, but we all noticed he did not return to sailing, and avoided the traditional mocking that accompanies such an episode.

Sunday May 15-2016 Results

An eventful day with a boat going aground on the island in Sullivan’s Pond and Boots wading out to fetch it. A shout out to #625 Janice Anderson who joined us for the first time and finished the day in third place and won a race as well. Michael Kennedy was out for the first time this year and it showed a little. Fun all around with eleven boats on the line to start the day.

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Soling Sailing Thursday Evening May 13, 2016

Only a few of us braved the cold, which was a cruel end to a beautiful day in Nova Scotia.

The wind came out of the north and feature gusts, massive wind shifts and some huge holes to contend with. With darkness creeping over the pond we packed it in and headed home to warm up.

We sailed about 8 races,no scoring was done – but we had fun.

EC-12 Sailing Tuesday May 10-16

Only two boats made to the water for an abbreviated evening at Sullivan’s Pond.

The weather was nice, but as I arrived Boot’s boat was sailing off out of control toward the north end of the pond. We watched and followed as it finally fetched up alongside a small grassy island near the inflow from Lake Banook.

Boots made his way out and I followed him shortly to help. With the boat recovered we headed back. Boots went first, picking his way across the rocks. I followed – stepping on a dry rock but my rear foot slipped on the grass stepping off the shore. What followed was a slow motion train wreck resulting in me falling backwards into the water, getting up and falling again.

That was the end of my evening of sailing, and the end of Boots’ main boom and vang.

I love sailing but now that I am model racing I am not supposed to get wet.