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The
Lady Love sailed, briefly
on Thursday night. Winds were somewhat high early, but with calm spots
between gusts |
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So
the christening went on. |
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The
mini champagne bottle was opened and the bow got wet. |
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Followed
by a nervous approach to the lake. |
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She
floated just fine, and wanted to go. After a tense moment,
I had to let her go. |
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She
sailed close to shore. |
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Then,
flags exchanged, the American Flag lowered and the Jolly Roger
went up. The cannons fired taking out a bystander on
shore taking movies. |
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With
the calm wind, the sails filled. I did some circles and cheered.
Got a little braver and took her out farther. |
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Then,
the wind kicked up. (Doh...) |
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She
had a full tailwind and started moving fast, I decided to
bring her in and steered her to starboard towards shore. I noticed
the spanker sail got full as well as the fore jibs. I let the
sheets out to stop the lean. |
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But
it was too late. A small gust and poof she was on her side taking on
lots of water. |
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Matt's
son saved the day and took a swim to recover her. (All recovery tugs
were in port at the time.) |
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did look real pretty in the water before the crew laid her over. Them damn
old pirates wouldn't give up their treasure. "Arg,
we'll sink our own damn
boat", was heard. |
 Then
the rest of the evening, we set sail by the lights on our vessels
doing our best to cheer the night. |
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