2015 SPYC (St. Petersburg Yacht Club) Classic Regatta and a swarm of biting flies…

2015 SPYC (St. Petersburg Yacht Club) Classic Regatta and a swarm of biting flies…

A few shots of sailing today and the SPYC Classic Regatta 2015.  If you want a photo from the this site (maybe your boat) let me know, I’ll send you the original if I can find it….  You’ll owe us a beer!

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Tales from the blog…. We (mostly) had an awesome sail today up Tampa Bay taking a N.W. heading out of St. Pete towards “Beercan Island” (Pine Key). With about 20 miles covered in 5 hrs in light and variable winds… We sailed around annoying crab trap hazards and the 40 or so boats participating in the St. Pete Yacht Club’s annual Classic Regatta and then proceeded to chow down on a tasty lunch while underway. As the day progressed with freshening winds, all was awesome, until we ran into a swarm of horrible biting flies… So there we were, patting ourselves on the back for doing a smooth 3-4kts on a very long port tack downwind broad reach back to St. Pete. until we crossed paths with the cursed flies. Dolphins breached nearby, pelicans gracefully floated along, and then they (the damned flies) appeared out of nowhere, hundreds of them. The only saving grace was we weren’t the only ones enduring the end of the world wrath, we saw our boat neighbor a hundred or so yards off our port side running around frantically topside swinging a towel around and then fired up the iron sail to try and get away from them. We followed suit and started motoring at almost max RPMs making 6.5 kts and trying to swat the flies off the boat. We managed to lose most of them over the next half hour motoring in, but a few malingerers stuck with us and refused to abandon the transom. I think I got bit at least 50 times. At this point we were tired and worn out when we uneventfully backed into the slip. Silently without discussion decided not to overnight on the boat again this day. With a purpose, we quickly packed up and loaded the truck, had our quick goodbyes with the liveaboards on our dock, and drove away. We called ahead and picked some delicious Thai food take out on the way home. Once home, quickly unloaded the truck, started laundry, and gorged on aforementioned food. Made our way to the back porch to relax. Damn flies!!! Any who, that steak marinating in the boat fridge made its way back to the house and will be just as delicious on the back porch grill mañana.

Another Great Sail and 2014 Pack NFC North Champs!

Another Great Sail and 2014 Pack NFC North Champs!

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Cap’n Chris at the helm

This morning did not start off without a hitch, as none ever do.  Brian was not feeling 100% and was running a low grade fever.  So, I decided it would not be a good idea to overnight on the boat, and gave him a “bye” for sailing today.  Plus, I do not like fog, and there was more projected fog for after sunset.  Brian will never turn down an opportunity to sail!  The local media stated, “Winds 5 knots, seas calm.”  I have learned weather varies dramatically based on tv channels.  We headed to St. Pete in the convertible- with a high of 80 in the local area, this is absolutely perfect for cruising.  It is odd to think that 2 years ago, instead of the BMW Z4, we were cruising up a mountain in Japan in the dead of winter in a Mazda Eunos with the top down (which is the Miata in the States), and having snow start to fall upon us.

New years day mountain drive W. of Tokyo, Japan
2013 throw back:  New years day mountain drive W. of Tokyo, Japan

Anyhow, as we establish our boat routines, launching was a breeze.  The only concern, “Um, how do we only have a half tank of gas?”  “Um, I did not think we motored THAT much…”  Well, either the motor really gets terrible mileage, someone is siphoning our gas (the diesel is old) or our fuel gauge is off…  We motored out and launched the main.  Winds were about 10 knots.  Seeing as our main sail is ginormous, I figured we should reef it.  Brian was thinking the same thing. Only, I had never reefed a sail before.  Yes, I have only owned small boats before- their sails were small, and 10 knots was to be cherished.  Serenity has a monster sail!  Brian immediately came to the rescue and we discovered we were missing some hardware that is in the garage.  No matter- it worked.  We were hitting speeds of 5 knots- hooray! with just the main.  Finally, Brian let out a little genoa.  We stayed at the same speed.  A great day sailing in the bay.  We have also discovered our high-tech stereo is an energy hog.  Brian switched to the TV in the settee (which one can see perfectly from the cockpit), so I sailed and watched football.  While it was the Saints versus the Buccs, I was cheering for my Tampa losers, who indeed, despite an impressive lead, ended up losing.  But, clad in Packers gear, all I really cared about was watching my team’s kick-off.  (Go Pack GO!)  The trip back to the marina was pretty uneventful, other than the fact, as usual, I could stay all year out sailing and always hate having to go back into port.  I swear it gets easier each time we back the boat in with tying and tidying up.  It was the first day both Brian and I exclaimed, “Wow!  There were no pressing projects we had to do before going out!”  And on a funny note, as we were cruising home in the Bimmer, I looked at Brian and commented, “Dude.  There’s like a middle-aged Harley Davidson motorcycle gang next to us.  I mean, seriously Mom-Pants and everything.”  I have never seen a Mom-Pants Biker gang before- I felt the need to eat all of my broccoli next to these women.  Yes, they do apparently exist- Sons of Anarchy have nothing on this gang.