Our own dear Ben Edkins wrote a report of the now infamaous southport race. I have put up on the website for posterity or is that hilarity
Dear Brothers and Sisters of the LBSA,
Please forgive that I usurp the hallowed LBSA email list to report
race results, but I figure that since WOF was the only boat that showed
up, well then I need to report the results.
As we rounded the turn at Bird Island we watched as storm clouds
thickened coming from the west. As a prudent mariner would, I polled the
crew to see if they thought it was a good idea to deliberately go out in
what could be a thunder storm with the possibility of water spouts and
the sort. We all agreed that it was in fact an excellent idea so we
parted the jetties. I was fearless in the knowledge that if I soiled my
shorts I had a fresh pair in my sea bag.
The gallant crew of James Dodd, Danny Caswell, Eric Carlson, Greg
Langley, and yours truely, being of relatively sound bodys and only
slightly alcohol impaired minds were off to Southpark( I mean Southport).
Before going to sea there is always meticulus planning and provisioning
which was why I had two cases of Corona’s and a half gallon of Scorsby on
board. Being a wise skipper, I learn from my mistakes. It was not
enough, so next time I’ll have to bring more. God looks after crazy
people and sailors so we all knew we had a lot going for us. The storm
did in fact skirt around us for the most part. We did have the mandatory
reefing drill, just to prove to ourselves that we could do it even when
we were sober. The weather improved and the sobriety was short lived.
The ride to Southport was fast which is the reason we caught no fish. We
were trolling too fast for Charlie tuna to catch up to us.( Yea thats it!
That’s the ticket!).
Being the civilized racers we are, we got a slip at Southport Marina
and plugged in so we could have air conditioning for the night. The
whole crew agrees that the air conditioner I put on the boat makes it
much faster. Truthfully, if it helps attract and keep good crew, it does
in fact make the boat go faster. Saturday night we cleaned up the boat
and our salty selves and took a taxi through the rain for a memorably
excellent meal at Mr. P’s Bistro.
Sunday morning we simply unplugged, untied and were gone as we were
still rubbing the sand from our eyes. The wind was close to the nose so
it took nine hours to beat back to Little River. Only one crew was ill.
He had had a little misunderstanding with Jose Cuervo the night before.
(This is what sailors call a “rum squall”) By the time we got back to the
dock he was healed enough to have a refreshing beer. See what a little
wind and fresh salt air can do ?!
All in all I declare WOF the winner as we did in fact pass Tenor (in
her berth at Mariners Point)as we came down the waterway back to Coquina.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Ben Edkins – SOS CPA ,fortunate skipper of the airconditioned racing
vessel Winds of Freedom ( WOF), proud winner of the Little River to
Southport race ; )