At the Races

Yesterday, when my friend that I spend Wednesday evenings with on our usual bike ride of just under thirty miles (see earlier posts) had to cancel due to a pressing workload, I took the opportunity to join my sailing buddy and four other friends for some sailing, belching, bragging, cussing and throwing peanuts shells on the floor (well, the peanut part is true!) on the Wednesday night boat races here on Tacoma's Commencement Bay. It had been a year since I had been out with them, and even though I missed riding with my bike buddies, this was one of those diversions that reminds me of all those other things I enjoy just as well.
Weather was beautiful, especially considering the lousy "spring" we've had in this part of the country. It did however turn into sweatshirt AND jacket weather as the sun began to set. Anyway, I'll take jackets and sweatshirts on a dry night on Puget Sound over the sweltering Northeast states and the flooding Midwest any day.Beats me if we won or not, or even where we placed in the pack, but I don't think "winning" is the point of racing anyway. We overheard a couple far too serious characters bellyaching at each other from boat to boat, and we thought....Sheesh stay home! Too bad for them because the remaining 95% of the racers had a great time, just chasing each other around the bay.

With that, and now that my coffee is cold, and I am drawing a blank on expounding any deeper, Ill just let the few photos I took tell the rest of the story.