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COMMODORE....................................... Michael
Dortch –
478-742-1656
VICE COMMODORE............................. Warren
Hughes –
478-971-7452
TREASURER............................................ Pete
Ekstrom –
706-342-7053
CRUISE COMMITTEE................................... Bob
Horan –
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SECRETARY/RUDDER EDITOR.................... Bob
Horan –
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Stevi B's – May 20th. 2008
The
next meeting will be held at Stevi B's on Tom Hill Senior Blvd across from
K-Mart, in
Northwest Macon. Dinner will begin
about 6:00 and the meeting will follow at or near 7 PM.
Meeting
Minutes 15-Apr-08
The meeting started with the minutes for the March meeting being approved. Next was a report from the Vice Commodore. He had nothing to say. Bob the secretary only had a request for articles from those that had done any sailing, or other interesting adventures. Next up was a discussion of the scheduled May Powder Puff Race. Linda Horan indicated the prizes were already purchased, and were ready. Bob is to send the rules etc to both Linda and Michael for this event. The event will take place on Lake Sinclair and most of the sailors will sail from, or launch and sail from OSYC since almost everyone that will be attending are members of OSYC except for Michael & Charlie and Linda Horan. Next up was some discussion about BEER 2008. There were about half of the people attending this meeting that indicated they wanted to go to BEER 2008. The route for this year was discussed along with some of the events of previous years.
For new business, Bob Horan, demonstrated his series drogue from Sailrite, that he had recently sewn and assembled. There was some discussion on when and how it was to be used and that he intended to test it on his upcoming trip to assist Boston (George Sollows) in relocating his 1970 Bristol 24. Carl Saylor indicated that he was going to be submitting an order to Port Supply and that members of LJSC could place orders thru him for items they find in the West Marine catalog and he could give them a price discount. Michael had a few comments about his recent experience with moving a Pearson 26 near St Simons Island to prepare it for loading and delivery to the Middle Georgia Area. I think he will be submitting a part two article on that. At this point John and Sherry were prodded into telling of their recent trip to Ecuador. Although I do not remember all the details, I do remember that John and Sherry had somewhat different ideas of how well the trip went. The story includes rough & narrow roads up steep mountains, lots of rain, somewhat less than optimum lodging and food that did not meet one or both of their tastes. Maybe we will see an article of that trip in the future.
Bob Horan
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From
the Editor,
Since the CommoDortch column this month is again more of a long story, I am putting my comments in early. Thank you Michael for the report on the Mug Race.
This will be the last RUDDER I will be publishing until I get back from Lake Michigan. It could be as late as September. We have had one member sign up since last month. Please make Mark and Gina Spillers feel welcome when you see them at the next meeting. There are still many of our regular members that have not signed up for 2008. Send or give the check to Pete or Michael when you think of it but don't wait too long. Bob Horan
The 55th Annual Mug Race on the St Johns River from Palatka to Jacksonville Florida is now in the record books. That always frenetic, sometimes exasperating and for some of us, usually inebriated but fun-filled ritual of ‘Impending Summer’ is a done deal. As usual, the intrepid adventurers from Middle Georgia done good! I believe everyone from our neck of the woods brought home a little ‘Mantle Hardware’ to grace their trophy collection. Congratulations to Carl and Ashley Saylor for their First Place in Carl’s new SR Max “2 the Max”, and to Ken and Jennifer Griffin along with their First Mate Guru Bill Lewis for First Place in the Griffin’s Hunter 260, “Jamie Sea”. The Crew of Ronnie Young & Ronnie Hartley took home a 3rd place mug in Ronnie Young’s Tanzer 22.6. John Davis and Pete Ekstrom brought home a 5th place mug in John’s O’Day 240 “Time Away” and didn’t break anything! Paul Keller took 2nd place in his Raider SE despite having to backtrack a couple miles because he missed the Mid-point Gate. The crew of Dortch, Dortch and Dortch managed a 2nd place in the old “Thera-P”, my MacGregor 26. Other Georgia sailors, who I am not familiar with, had respectable showings also. Edward Richards of Savannah took the ‘Archie Markland Trophy’ for first RCHS boat to finish in a Morgan 27. Charles Hayes of Macon took 3rd Place in the Flying Scott Class. John Fedderico of Alpharetta and Laura Levy of Atlanta took 3rd and 4th Place respectively in the Hobie 16 Class. David Wallace of Waverly took 4th Place in his Nacra 6.0. Walter Brookbank of Cumming beat me in his Holder 20, and Larry North of Hahira took 5th in his Hunter 260. All in all, the Great State of Georgia was well and respectably represented. Congratulations to all.
And now for some ‘dirty details’! Our trip started with my darling Bride, Charlie becoming a little ill on the trip down. She kept grumbling about spotting something and it took a while for my dense cranial apparatus to figure out that she was, indeed, suffering from the ‘feminine complaint’. She was very quiet on the trip down and my brother, Andy and I tried to tread softly. Upon arrival at Palatka, Charlie rallied like the trooper she is and helped rig and launch the boat. That’s when I learned that my little Yamaha kicker decided to eschew reverse gear. We managed to get the boat into a slip and tied off and had just popped a celebratory beer when Charlie promptly informed Andy and I that we would go immediately forth and return post-haste with lunch and some personal supplies . . . or suffer immediate and dire consequences. We promised to return with our shield or upon it. After an exhaustive search of inadequate convenience stores in downtown Palatka and a useless endeavor to find anything resembling a drug store, we happened upon a Dollar General. While I went in to do battle with the retail segment of Palatka society, Andy quickly placed a call to Charlie, who was reclining in abject misery back aboard the Thera-P, to confirm the details of our shopping list. Upon returning with the essential provisions we were stopped just shy of our destination by a plethora of official looking flashing lights and official personages standing around looking at the mast of a boat on a trailer entangled in a power line on the road in front of the parking lot to the boat ramp. Never did figure out how they did that. At this point we were kind of in a race to get Charlie taken care of and get the trailer hooked up and taken to the Rudder Club in Jacksonville in time to make the 5:30 shuttle. We were cutting it close anyway and now were prevented from access to the parking lot by Figures of Authority with guns. Finally a Power Company truck arrived and quickly separated the mast from the power line and we managed to get back into the parking lot. Andy hooked up the trailer while I took the provisions to the boat and was immediately informed that I had erred. I had forgotten the ‘thermal heating packs’. It’s 85 degrees in the shade and Charlie wants heat. We manhandled the 200+ lbs. of beer and ice aboard, got Andy on the road and I set off on foot to find heating packs. While I was gone Andy called and informed Charlie that he had just missed the 5:30 shuttle by 1½ minutes and had three hours to kill. Charlie asked him to pick up some heat packs while he was waiting which was fortunate as I returned empty handed fully expecting to be drawn, quartered and hung naked from the nearest yardarm. Charlie was mollified.
Meanwhile, back at the Rudder Club, Andy spent his three-hour wait doing some constructive drinking in the bar at the club. He was in rare form when he got back with some interesting stories, and with the life saving (for Andy and I anyway) heating packs. I, on the other hand, had spent my time in an intense endeavor to lighten the beer cooler before the race the next morning. I also had to pick up the race packet, drink some beer, get the temporary sail numbers on the main, drink some beer, attach the pink streamer that lets the Race Committee know who is racing to the backstay, drink some beer, attend the skippers meeting while drinking some beer, help other sailors get tied up, drink some beer, well, you get the picture. Andy and I didn’t have trouble getting to sleep. Getting up was another story.
Race day dawned with the ritual ‘downing of the Goody Powders’ chased by an abundance of good black coffee supplied by the Palatka Yacht Club. Charlie was feeling much better. Andy and I were feeling a little delicate. Charlie was amused. Payback is hell. We managed to get untied and out of the slip and off to the start line without reverse and without running aground or ramming anyone or anything. Had a pretty good start in light, down-wind conditions. Our main goal was to catch the Kennifer’s (Ken & Jennifer Griffin) Hunter 260, which started about 8 minutes before us. This turned out to be a futile endeavor though we came close a few times.
The first six hours or so of the race was hot, frustrating, downwind and mostly wing-on-wing. Andy and I continually sacrificed beer to the wind gods to no avail, and we all constantly searched for any indication of better wind. All we could do was just keep the boat moving. We did manage to drift past John and Pete and played leapfrog with Ronnie and Ronnie. Kennifer stayed just out of reach. We would make some gains and then lose it all back. This went on until just before the Shands Bridge (the halfway point). About a mile or two from the Shands I made my worst tactical blunder. We had been sailing on the west side of the river when I decided to reach out into the middle in search of what I thought were better winds. Wrong-a-mundo Buffalo Bob! I was hoping to reach out and have a straighter shot and a broad reach to the bridge but the wind kept clocking around and we still ended up wing-on-wing to the bridge. We managed to make it under the Shands without losing a lot of time, we could still see Kennifer and Ronnie&Ronnie, but had lost a lot of ground. We managed to snag a crab pot and lost a little more precious time on them. . . dammit! I lifted the rudder and went over the transom and managed to free us up and get going again. Along about this time we ran into Paul Keller sailing back up the river. He had missed the gate and had to sail back to go through it. Bummer! We were beginning to move a little better, I was actually beginning to feel pretty good about our situation again. Then we sailed into ‘The Hole’.
‘The Hole’ was right around the first bend after the Shands Bridge. The wind just died. No matter how many beers we sacrificed to the wind gods, it was obvious we were definitely out of favor. We watched morosely as Ronnie&Ronnie and Kennifer sailed out of sight. I watched in dejected horror as the wind vane, when it did move, do nothing but revolve in a circular manner. I watched a spinnaker boat put a 4 foot rip in the spinnaker just from moving it from side to side in a futile attempt to catch some little errant puff that might move them into the winds we could clearly see not 100 yards in front of us. I knew we were in trouble when John and Pete caught us. When it became painfully obvious that no amount sail handling would work we kicked back and had a few beers and shot the non-breeze with John and Pete. It seemed like hours, but was probably only 45 minutes to an hour before just a breath of wind began to fill in. Just enough to begin to move us. We were working our posteriors off trying to get the maximum effort out of our sails when Paul passed us again . . . going like a bat out of Appaloosa. Damn! Were we dragging another crab pot? Charlie and I argued about the set of the sails for a while until Andy mediated. He shut me up with a fresh beer and set the sails like Charlie wanted them. Then the wind began to pick up and clocked around to a broad reach.
The old Thera-P took the bit in her teeth, heeled over and lit a shuck. Andy and Charlie worked the sheets and I called the gusts and aimed the old girl at the mass of boats down river that had walked off and left us. Andy looked at me, grinned and hollered “Now this is more like it!” It took us about an hour to catch the stragglers. The wind was beginning to build and we began to overtake some of the boats that had left us in ‘The Hole’. It took another hour to get us within good sight of the Buckman Bridge. I still couldn’t make out where the mark was as there were boats everywhere. Eagle eye Charlie spotted where the mark was and we ran as straight as we could for it. We did get within sight of Kennifer and Ronnie&Ronnie but we just couldn’t catch them. As we approached the mark we began to discuss tactics. I decided to round the mark, sheet in and hold a starboard tack and run as close as we could next to the bridge. Charlie and Andy looked at me with some serious apprehension as we were still running the Genny and we would be seriously over-powered close-hauled. We’d had a run in with the low part of the Buckman Bridge in this race four years before. It was pretty ugly. However, I had faith in my boat and specially my crew and, dammit, I am the Captain!
We rounded the mark, sheeted in and let the girl eat. I was amazed at how high the old Thera-P was pointing. Carl had just finished the bottom and had shown me how to fair my daggerboard for a much more aerodynamic shape. Thank you, Carl! She was pointing like a million-dollar bird dog! We sacrificed some speed to point that high, but were still gaining on the other boats tacking back and forth. We made the finish in three tacks and if I would have held the second tack for 50 feet more we could have made it in two. We managed to finish about a minute behind Ronnie&Ronnie and about 10 minutes behind Kennifer. After we crossed, I sat back and pondered the ‘what ifs’. Yeah, if I’d-a just done or not done this, that or the other. But, as they say “if a frog carried a gun, it wouldn’t worry ‘bout snakes!” All things considered, it was a helluva time and I learned a few things and, in spite of thinking that I had thoroughly ‘screwed the pooch’, we still took second place in our class . . . again. Oh well, always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
P.S. Ask Kennifer or Ronnie&Ronnie about the great ‘Raft
up Fiasco’!
Gimp
The Power Puff Race
- 17 May 2008
Rules
for Women skipper racing
1. Each boat entered must have a woman
entered as skipper. Ownership is
not required.
2. Crew may be male or female.
3. The (woman) skipper is to helm the boat
and is responsible for all decisions of tacks and sail trim.
5. All racing rules apply.
See
the Registration form e-mailed out for use on 17 May
Aimless"
The Bristol 24 delivery - 20-23 April 2008
The day after our April
LJSC meeting, I left for Rhode Island with pretty good directions and a good
map. It was a 25 hour trip and I
arrived at the dock where Aimless was tied, by 9:15AM on Thursday the 20th of
April. By afternoon, I had
taken a nap and was ready to start provisioning for the trip and to make any
needed repairs. Boston (George
Sollows) had not sailed the boat yet so the extra time I had would come in
handy to check out the sails, and the sailing gear aboard. I was not sure if there was some
kind of an omen but while cleaning the boat for the trip, I came across a
homemade series drogue of sorts made of light line and plastic bags lying in
the port quarter storage. I laid
it out on the dock next to a 15ft section of mine to get a good
comparison. I think we would have
left a trail of plastic behind the boat if we had to use it. By Saturday afternoon
the boat was cleaned up and organized.
We had raised the main and jibs to check them out, we had visited the
grocery store more than once for any needed food and drink, and had visited
West Marine and Lowes Home Improvement, a few times to get small parts to help
us sail her. This 1970
Bristol 24 is a full keel, heavy coastal cruiser and is a very good choice for
the area Boston lives in. Notice I
said coastal cruiser, not racer cruiser.
More on that later.
We cranked up the motor and departed the slip at Appongaug Marina in Greenwich Bay at 08:30. Boston had borrowed an old Water Tender type dinghy for the trip and we had that tied behind on an old stiff painter. We put up the main and a 100 % jib when we were clear of the channel into the marina. The wind was light but we were sailing. We turned South to go down wind and put up the cruising spinnaker but by 10:30 the wind had died. Taking down the spinnaker, we put up the 100 jib again, cranked up the motor and started motoring. I guess that was the signal because it was not 15 minutes later that the wind filled in and we were sailing again. This time the wind was abeam and getting stronger. As we neared the Jamestown Bridge, we talked about reefing the main. As we got closer to the bridge it became apparent that we needed to reef. We tacked a couple of times after reefing and sailed under the bridge only to find that we were still over canvassed. We quickly decided to put up his 70% jib and with that completed, we were again sailing at 4.5 to 5 Kts. The wind was over 20 at this point as we passed by Beaverneck Point. The temps at this time were about 45 to 50 degrees and now the seas had picked up since we were no longer in the shelter of the islands in Narragansett Bay. We pinched into the wind as much as we could and because it was now already 14:30, decided sailing to Block Island was not an option. We did not want to try arriving there well after dark. When we had sailed out a couple of miles, we tacked back toward New Bedford but could not make it past Beaverneck Pt. and had to tack a couple of times to clear the shallow waters near there. We finally made it past Beaverneck Pt and was headed into Newport, when I noticed the dinghy was not attached to the line dragging behind us. Looking back, I sighted it about 150 yards back.
Boston turned the boat around as I let out the sheets. It did not take long to get back to the dinghy and I was able to hook it with the boat hook on the first try. Unfortunately, we were still going too fast and I could not get a good hold on it before it pulled away. It was time to take down the sails and crank up the motor. We motored to the dinghy and both of us leaning over the rail while the boat is wallowing in the swells, we were able to get a good hold on it. Boston said at one point, he felt his legs feel light and thought he was going to be pulled over the side as the boat dipped in a swell to put the rail near the water. It took a couple of tries but I finally was able to get a line thru the towing hole in the hull and get it tied. We tied a second line to the dinghy so it would not get away again, and throttled up to motor into Newport. We found a very quiet cove on the chart that would be a good place to anchor, only to find the U.S. Coast Guard had beat us to it. Well we would have to go all the way into the Newport harbor then. As we motored around Ft. Adams, we found the harbor filled with moorings and not a boat moored. It was 6:30PM when we picked one of the many moorings in some quiet water and got ready to make supper. It was a quiet night except for the 2 times when the Pilot boat came by on the way out to guide a large ship in.
We tried to get an early start the next morning with a quick bagel breakfast and were slipping the mooring by 0800AM. As we headed out of the mooring field, I started putting up the sails. As I was out on the bow getting the jib hanked on, the Pilot boat came by again throwing up a large wave. I had placed the winch handle on the cabin top to have it ready to use for the halyard winches. After the wave bounced us, I turned around and saw the handle floating about 5 ft behind the boat. I think on the 4th time, we got close enough to grab it. They are hard to see in the water on a cloudy day. With the sails up and sailing downwind out of Narragansett Bay, we saw our first sailboat on the water. This was a large sailboat with 8 people on deck motoring by us, waving. We slowly passed them as they spent some time getting the sails up. Pinching into the wind again, we sailed out of Narragansett Bay with a reefed main and my short 110 jib hanked on. The wind was up to about 15-18 and the seas running about 6ft again, but we were getting a pretty good speed. This was the kind of weather this boat was designed to sail in. By 13:00 we were about 10 miles off shore and the wind was starting to fade. We tacked back toward Westport and by 14:30 we had to start the motor or stay out there all night. By 16:30 we were searching for the channel marks leading into Westport, RI. We had to be almost on top of them before we finally found them. There was a large rock located right at the entrance to the channel and it provided some discussion as to which way we were supposed to go around it. The channel in is well marked as it is kind of narrow with lots of shallow water all around. Like Newport, we found only 3 other boats moored out, and was able to pick out a choice mooring with no trouble out of the many empty ones. With supper finished we decided to watch a movie, but the choice of Captain Kid, turned out to be a bad choice and about 1/3rd of the way thru as we were both falling asleep with boredom, we turned it off and turned in for the night.
The next morning we
decided to wait a little so we would not be bucking the tide going out so we
slept late and then had pancakes for breakfast. It was almost 10:30 when we slipped away from the mooring
and headed out. The tide was
almost in and the current little.
As we motored out the channel, a U.S. Coast Guard boat was lifting a red
buoy and checking it for what ever they check it for. We motored around the big boat, trying to stay out of the
way but trying to not run aground in the process, since they were in the middle
of the narrow channel. Going out
we once again avoided the large rock that seems to be placed in the middle of
the channel. We hoisted the sails,
cut off the motor, and drifted for about a half mile before we decided to crank
the motor and head directly to Cuttyhunk Is.
Cuttyhunk is the Eastern most
island in the Elizabeth Islands.
It is only about 5 sq miles and is a favorite destination for local
coastal cruisers. It did not
take us long to get to Cuttyhunk and by 14:30 we had motored up the narrow
channel and were tied to one of the docks. As we came into the channel, Boston and I had a little tug
of war with the tiller since each of was watching different sides of the channel,
we each though we should steer the other way a little. When he pushed the tiller my way, I
though he was giving me the tiller and I would push it his way to turn the boat
and then he would push it my way again to turn the boat the other way. The channel was only about 40ft
wide and the sand had drifted in some on each side. After chatting with a fisherman & his wife on the dock we
found out that the marina was not open and that we could stay there on the dock
because there was no one there to complain about it, and besides the mooring
balls were not even set out yet in the pond. We walked up to the top of the hill to get a better view of
the island and the islands around it, including Martha Vineyard which was only
about 7 Miles to the Southeast of Cuttyhunk. On the way back down the hill we stopped to rest in
front of the Market. I got a
picture of Boston in front of the Market and he took my picture with the Post Office that was closed by
2Pm each day. Shortly the owner of
the Market came by to open up for us so we could come in. It was cold soda time for Boston
and an icecream bar for me. She
told us that we were the first sailboat to out to Cuttyhunk for 2008. We chatted with her for a while
learning that the winter inhabitants for the island numbered only 15
families. The island has
it's own water system using deep wells and it's own 
power generating
plant. Trash and pumpout
facilities in the summer is a problem for the residents and requires a barge
coming from New Bedford to provide those services once a week, although the
pumpouts are only intermittent for the cruisers that come out to use the
moorings. On this night we decided
to try watching another movie and selected Derailed with Jean-Claude Van Damme
as the star.
On Wednesday morning at 09:30, we reluctantly pushed away from the dock to motor out on the rising tide. This was going to be the first day that we would not have to be heading into the wind to get to our next destination. We sailed out with a reefed main again and the short 110 jib again. As we passed Penikeese Island the wind picked up and so did the seas. We had the wind over the port quarter and really started to slide thru the water nicely. It was going to be a short trip to New Bedford. I watched the GPS some and we were making 4.5 to 5.3 Kts. I even saw 5.6 Kts but I think that was just a quick slide down a wave. Coming into New Bedford there were lots of buoys to help keep us informed as to our progress but there seemed to be a lighthouse mid channel that was not on my chart. We were puzzled until we got there. There really was a lighthouse that was on a rock on the west side of the channel that was marked on the chart as rocks. We took down the sails before entering the hurricane gates that protect New Bedford. By 13:00 we had made it to the mooring that would be the home for Aimless for the summer. Now we just had to get ashore.
This is where the story
gets interesting because we did not get to shore till 16:00. The dinghy was 30-40 years old, 8ft
long, about 4 feet wide. It was a
cathedral hull (I think that is the proper hull description) made of plastic
much for flexible that my Walker Bay.
The two of us were going to have to take it to shore against a 15kt wind
with oars that were about 4.5 ft long and loosely tied to old horns with wire
and worn and missing leather oar protectors. Together we would weigh about 450 lbs and I knew we
would end up in the middle of the harbor if we attempted to just row in. It looked to only 250 feet to the
dock, but the wind was really blowing and we would have to row directly into it
to get to the dock. I
suggested we set up a tightrope from the Aimless to the dock and when it was
set up we could just pull the boat to shore and then back out if needed. Well there were discussion about
the line floating, boats coming by and getting tangled, the actual distance to
shore, and how hard it would be to row in with the two of us. After some delay and more discussion,
the tightrope was approved.
We measured the first anchor line, 100 ft. Good, we only needed a max of 300 ft. The second one was also 100
ft. We were on our way. Getting out more misc line, we had at
least 300ft, and it was time to try out this idea. I got in to the dinghy with the line aboard so I could
let it out as I rowed in. It
took me almost 20 strokes of the oars to just get even with the bow of the
Bristol. I struggled to make
headway with the ridiculously short oars while playing out the line. I came to the end of the line and
realized I would need another 70-90 ft. of line to be able to tied the end to
the dock. I rowed back to
the mooring and with Boston searching everywhere we came up with another 100
feet. I tied all the pieces
together and then tied it to the already long tightrope. Setting out again I struggled up
wind only to find that I was lacking about 10 feet. I had one more option. I untied the painter for the dinghy, tied it to the
end of the tightrope and then
rowed back upwind to the dock.
With one hand on the end of the old line we used for the dinghy painter
I reached out for the dock.
I was just able to grab it.
I pulled on the dock and pulling the Bristol in some, I was able to get
enough slack to quickly tie the tightrope to the 
very corner of the
dock. Whew, what a lot of
work. Pulling the oars out
and laying them in the boat, I used the tightrope to pull the dinghy back out
to the mooring. The dinghy wanted
to spin around as I pulled but I finally made it back to Aimless. Time for a rest. We collected the things we needed
right away to get the truck unlocked and eased into the dinghy with me in first
to try to steady it. Boston
eased in and with as much agility as he could manage, sat down on the
seat. Just as the seat did
when I sat on it, it spread out the sides of the boat a little allowing the
seat to drop. With both of us
pulling we were able to make good progress and soon we were at the dock. I pulled the dinghy back out to
Aimless for one more load of stuff that would allow me to get a shower before
coming back to the boat after supper out. I disconnected the tightrope as I left the mooring and
with all the rope in the dinghy we loaded the dinghy in the truck for the
night. It was now 4PM
and we were headed back to pick up my car that we left at Appongaug Marina,
back in Rhode Island. It
only took us 3 hours to get ashore!!
On the drive home I stopped at Mystic Seaport for a 3 Hour visit. It is a wonderful site to see with lots of sailing craft to board and tour. Plan a day to visit if you are in the area. It's worth it.
Capt Bob
Please contact me if you would
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Events Calendar
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LJSC Calendar of Events for 2008 |
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Date |
Description |
Location |
Possible Destinations |
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Feb |
16-18th |
Winter Cruise-Presidents Day |
Lake Sinclair |
Temple Bay, Jimmy's & Beyond |
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Mar |
8-9 |
Point to Point Race/Rally |
Lake Sinclair |
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15 |
OSYC Spring Meeting |
OSYC |
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April |
5-6 |
Lake Martin Cruise |
Lake Martin |
Dixie Sailing Club |
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May |
3-4 |
Mug Race |
Jacksonville, FL. |
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May |
17 - 18 |
Powder Puff Race & Moonlite Sail |
Lake Sinclair |
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Jun |
6-10 |
B.E.E.R. Cruise |
Pensacola, FL. |
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July |
4-6 |
Cruise to Oconee Springs Park |
Lake Sinclair |
I 16 Bridge |
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19-20 |
Island Cookout & Moonlite Sail |
Lake Sinclair |
Anchor up the lake |
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Aug |
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Sep |
27 |
Treasure Hunt |
TBA |
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Oct |
11-13 |
Columbus Day Weekend Cruise |
Clarkshill Lake |
Apalachicola Panama City |
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25-26 |
Halloween Regatta – OSYC Open |
Lake Sinclair |
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Nov |
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OSYC Fall Meeting |
OSYC |
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Dec |
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Christmas Party |
TBA |
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