With the race boat that we crew on out of service for the week, we posted on facebook inviting anyone who wanted to come out with us for a little grilling at Redfish Island. Well not five minutes later our friends Shari and Daniel volunteered, and we were getting ready for a day of sailing.
Even though we have limited destinations in Galveston Bay, one of the best things is that the flurry of boats and wildlife make every trip a new adventure. Today we happened to be sailing through the Cruzan Rum Race #7, and on a very similar course. Fortunately, having no start time we got a bit of a head start.
It wasn’t long though before boats started passing us left and right. I spent most of my time on foredeck trying to snap shots of all of our racing friends.
All the while Fred is at the helm yelling..”Get this one!” “You’re missing all the good shots!”
Well I think I got a couple decent ones.
At one point we were even passed by Doug, our captain on Antares, crewing on a Walter and Beverley’s boat Shaken not Stirred. Daniel almost had to walk the plank when tried to toss Doug beer, and lost it forever in the drink.
We even managed to catch a glimpse of this Flying Phantom absolutely streaking through the race.
After clearing the intensity of the race we started to take down our sails and head for Redfish for an evening grill. As we dropped anchor we could see the racers heading downwind.
Then it was time to fire up the grill.
After an incredible meal of beer brats, grilled egg plant and salad it was time to raise anchor and head home. Me and Shari decided that, girl power and all that the two of us were going to raise the anchor. Well we didn’t know that Fred had a patented technique that involves cleating and waiting, and pulling and cleating, and so we were extremely unsuccessful and had to rely on men.
Our sail home was all downwind jib sailing and was extremely lazy and beautiful. We set the autopilot and all went up to the foredeck for some relaxing sailing.
Of course we posed for a small photo shoot.
After several hours of beautiful sunset sailing we realized that we had in fact been going very very slow. At about 2 knots we were not going to reach shore anytime soon, so we finally started up the motor. Arriving well after dark, despite the best efforts of some drunken navigation from foredeck pointing us away from the channel, we managed to arrive home safe and sound.
2 thoughts on “Rum Race #7 and a Redfish Island Barbecue”
If you can’t race, shoot! 🙂
Love that last picture of the moon. Amazing.