Posers, that's what Craig called us, hanging out with a bunch of sailboat racers, posing like we could be one of them. But our big, fat, MacGregor Motorsailor wouldn't stand a chance against those slim and trim racing sailboats! It was fun hanging out with them and hearing the stories, and we hope to do it again.
Remember how in my last posting I said it was supposed to be in the 80's the coming weekend? WRONG! It was in the 90s and 100s!!!
It was a weekend of constant heat, wind, and oddball stuff that usually only happens on Mondays! Watching the races was a lot of fun though and we got to do our first hookup with the racers the night before (that's where boats tie up to each other and then everyone can walk from one boat to the other, visiting). We met some great people who are lovers of sailing and racing. Our hookup didn't last long though because the winds were so strong we couldn't hold it all together.
The winds also kept us from docking in our slip and we got run off of the guest dock since no one is supposed to spend the night there. We ended up motoring around the corner and anchoring there. The next morning our oil light came on and we were in a panic that somehow we had run the motor out of oil. Thankfully it turned out that it was just a maintenance reminder. During the time that Craig was stressing about the oil light, I noticed blue stuff behind the toilet, leaking down both sides to the carpet. Turns out I didn't screw the lid on tight enough after my first time of dumping the porta potty. Thankfully, we hardly used it and it seemed to be just the blue treatment liquid!
So, before the races started on Saturday we invited Marti, one of our new sailing buddies, to come watch the race from our boat. It was really fun to watch them up close and I took a ton of pictures. Hukilau was the boat that Tom, Marti's husband, was team member of, along with the boat owners Bob and Lydia. I think their main goal was to win, but second best was beating their friends in the boat, Ohana.
After hours of taking pictures Craig and I took Marti back to the docks so she could go have dinner with Tom and the other racers. Since it was still so windy we decided we'd tie up again to the guest dock and BBQ there.
We got our steaks from Ray's Market in Veneeta, a cute little town by Fern Ridge. They were having a meat sale and had fixed up flat iron chuck steaks that were so scrumptious we were drooling every time we opened the ice chest and smelled them. If you ever see flatiron chuck steak for sale you really ought to try it!
Later that night Kim and Dusty came by and visited. They had been at the Secret House Winery for a concert and dropped off some chairs they had borrowed. They had never been on our boat so I was glad they came by to see it. As they were getting ready to go back to their car, a man was on the dock loading big red cushions into a little Santana sailboat, right across from our boat. He was obviously not very sober, but seemed friendly enough. On their way back to their car in the parking lot, we noticed someone sitting quietly in the car next to theirs just watching us. After saying goodbye we headed back to the boat to watch a DVD we rented from Ray's Market, not giving much more thought to the two people. Well, about midnight we were woken up by some lady yelling "Chuckie, open up the gate. Chuckie, let me in. Chuckie, answer me!" Pause for silence, "CHUCKIE, ANSWER ME, I'M AFRAID YOU MIGHT HAVE HAD A HEART ATTACK AND I'M SCARED. CHUCKIE, YOU ANSWER ME! I'M THINKING YOU MIGHT BE DEAD! CHUCKIE!!!" All this time she was shaking and banging on the locked gate to our dock. So of course we were wide awake and wondering what to do. It was obvious this guy Chuckie was not worried about letting her in and was probably just asleep in his boat after a few too many drinks. The girl had gone away for a few moments and then came back, all excited and yelling that she had just talked to his family and his Dad just had a heart attack and was dying, so could he please let her in? She yelled that a couple more times, with a little variation, and was again banging on the dock gate. Craig finally decided to let her in, just in case his Dad did have a heart attack or in case there was something wrong with Chuckie. Now I didn't see what happened, but as Craig was getting back in our boat there was a crash and I thought one of them had fallen into the lake. Next I could hear her yelling at Chuckie and he was groggily telling her to be quiet and shut up because she was waking up the whole marina. He got that right, but was a little too late in telling her to stop. So she proceeded to yell at Chuckie, "Chuckie, I was just worried, why didn't you answer me and let me in? I thought you had died in the marina." So he tiredly replied, "Yeah, people come to the marina to die @$)@*$(! At some point here she started swinging a six pack cooler at Chuckie and they started yelling more at each other. She had lost her keys when she fell into the boat and wanted them back but he wasn't helping her find them. We were sure glad when the Lane County Sheriff showed up and broke it up. We were very impressed with how they handled the two and never heard another word. Boy, was that an unusual weekend!
Oh yeah, here's Craig and Marti and her two dogs.
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