After a good, long lunch we sailed back up-wind to the ramp. Why am I always sailing up-wind to and from any given destination? The wind finally died completely and I rowed back to the ramp. There was a bit of mayhem at the ramp as a bass tournament weigh-in was taking place. An octane and beer fueled bass fisherman, hell bent on making it to weigh-in is not a force to be taken lightly so rather than deal with the crazies I tied Goat up to a fence post and chilled. An hour or so later the ramp was almost deserted and I took my time getting the boat packed up while enjoying the afternoon sun.
Tacking out to the open lake.
After a pleasant sail into the dying breeze, we all descended on the Tarpon Turtle restaurant for lunch.
I think this is the first time Goat has been in a slip.
Nick Lackey's self designed double ender, Viking sharpie?
Leaving the Turtle after lunch. To no one's surprise it was a beat back to the ramp.
Nick at the helm, photo by Carol and Dennis Marshall
Me, photo by Carol and Dennis Marshall
Two Goats, photo by Carol and Dennis Marshall
The wind was on the nose coming back and then died completely. Here I have just come off plane to obey the posted speed limit. Photo by Carol and Dennis Marshall