Guess the right word to describe the start of this cruise is rambunctious. March did indeed exit like a lion. Thankfully April arrived like a lamb. The hardy (or is that foolhardy?) tucked tight into Sanibel bight Friday afternoon. Kestrel II reported 6’ waves as they came out of Matanzas’s pass. Lorelei coming up from Naples decided that Pink Shell counted as a ‘harbor of refuge’. Rum Daze said their mast head reported a gust @ 38 knots…. But no matter- all that came tucked into the lee of the bight and it was fine. By 5p the winds were moderating and the tastings began. Kestrel, Blank Check, Rum Daze, and Jazzy snugly fit into Trust Me too’s saloon. Mingo was in the bight but didn’t want to be messing with the dinghy. The winds got mellower as did the assembled sailors. As this ‘tradition’ has developed, the quality of the rums presented continues to go up. Kestrel presented a real Cuban rum – Ron Santiago de Cuba; Rum Daze’s had RL Seales from Barbados; Trust Me offered Ron Zacapa from Guatemala and Jazzy lead with Flora de Cana from Nicaragua. Who says we aren’t welcoming of foreigners. All were worthy contenders but in the end the now very mellow judges were unanimous on the Ron Zacapa – must have been the virgin sugar cane the label describes as be used. We didn’t even know there was such a thing. As the evening wound down so did the wind and the water. In the end they were both as smooth as the rums. All slept soundly unfortunately as Kestrel had their dinghy motor swiped overnight. Memo to self: get a lock on dinghy motor. I had thought that stuff like that happened elsewhere. I guess we are now elsewhere.
Saturday dawned and the fleet moved to York and awaited reinforcements. Bridget O’Toole, Air Boss, Ambiance, Windswept, Lorelei, Freestyle and Chase the Clouds at least were there – we circled the anchorage looking for burgees but surely missed someone. Miller Time was at Merwin. If you were there and I missed you please tell Theresa Roake as she is the keeper of the cruising points. About noon the dinghies headed to Woody’s. The place was slammed. There was a line to buy the book and there was a line to get Bob to sign the book. There was a line to take in the beer and a line to get rid of the beer. But the weather was great. The Yard Dogs were cranking. And, when you got the beer, it was cold. Life is good. As usual a host of CMCS’ers arrived by land: Roakes, Carol Pim, Steve/Cindy and more. The Cuban Duo played after the Yard dogs – if only I had talent….. Since the Friday night tasting was only attended by the hardy, Trust Me too hosted a reprise Saturday night. This group took over the fly bridge and was unable to pick a winning rum. They kept tasting and tasting and tasting without a decision until they stumbled home. And once the boat traffic died down we had another very gentle good night.
A special thanks to the ‘uber’ dinghy drivers- Gary, Bob & Bob. Both Friday and Saturday there were folks that needed to be ferried to the festivities and in CMCS fashion it got handled. Special thanks too to the well-wishers as we count down to heading north this summer. Erie Canal or bust.
Kim & Judy
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