Alison’s dad Al owns a sailing boat that is, I hesitate to say it, even more beautiful and less crash-damaged than the Ulithi, although perhaps equally temperamental. This year, Alison earned her captain’s wings and has organised Team Loon – a ragtag collection of misfits to crew the boat and drink mulled wine.
First race day was last Saturday. Well, actually the very first race day was in November but engine trouble stranded us at the marina. The engine problem recurred but we prevailed, with Al (in yellow) defty sailing us from the dock by wind power alone.
Sadly, there was virtually no wind at all. See the glassy Sound unruffled by the faintest breeze. Which at least meant we could enjoy our mulled Black Beret wine (Brian), cheesy nibbles (Trika) and spicy carrot soup (me) in relative peace.
Not as peaceful as these sealions, though, which we passed serenely in reverse as the light winds failed the battle the ever-so-slightly less light current.
Eventually, Al called it a day, fiddled around below decks with a pliers to literally spark the engine into life and we retreated to Shilshole. But Team Loon shall return!
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