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Scuttlebutt & Race Yarns

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July 27 Race (back to our docks)

We completed one exciting race described below, but then scrambled back to our docks upon hearing thunder.

John Auld and family member Dylan set up (and took down) a nice, long course for the S/SW wind. Veteran volunteers Cindy Bartlett and Margaret Powers tolerated help from Committee Boat rookie Tom Schroeder. Jim Riffle kept watch on from his safety boat.  Arlene Truex hosted all the race activity at her place which included a scramble after the race by her, Cindy, and Margaret to put away patio furniture cushions etc before the deluge. We scuttled the protest meeting due to the weather.  Thanks all, including Beth Auld and Kevin Preuss who organized the race.

John Auld and his ace crew, Dylan, won first place overall by a good margin.  It appeared from the Committee Boat that by quickly getting out of the wind shadow of the south shoreline after the first mark, they had a significant advantage over the rest of the fleet with their lead lasting the rest of the race.  There was drama as Jim Voelz and Laura Garrett approached the finish line. Laura was well ahead of Jim and much, much, closer to the line, apparently about to beat him. But Jim had significant speed advantage.  Volunteers held their breath and observed a photo-finish with Jim barely passing Laura, and only by a few inches, and only just as they were hitting the finish line.  It's very exciting to watch such scenes close-up on the Committee Boat and hear the associated banter of the sailors (come join us!). Another highlight was having Lily and Molly racing with us again on the Butterfly. 

We were getting ready to start the 2nd race when the sky darkened and thunder was heard.  Rain is okay, but not thunder, so we scuttled the race and everyone skedaddled for their docks. In addition to Lily and Molly's attentive paparazzi, the safety patrol officer, who was also monitoring the weather with us,  made sure Lily and Molly, who were farthest out,  made it back to their dock safely - kudos to him!   

Race Results: 

 

 

 

July 13 Race: More New Participants!

 Photos courtesy of Steve Anderson

 

Start of the Race in Light Wind

We were delighted to welcome Colleen Logan and Steve Anderson to the ranks of sailors and volunteers.  They recently completed their US Sailing certification (basic keelboat).  Spending the month of July at the Logan's place they were anxious to join in our sailing fun.  Colleen crewed for John Auld and Steve volunteered on the Committee Boat. We were happy they were also able to join us at the "Protest Meeting" after the race to get acquainted (thanks Arlene for hosting).

John at the tiller and mainsail, Colleen upfront at the Jib

 

In addition to Steve, Committee Boat volunteers also included Cindy Bartlett, Margaret Powers and Nate Schloss.  Tom Cartwright set up and took down the course and Beth Auld and Kevin Preuss arranged for volunteers and organization of the race. Thanks everyone! 

Winds were very light so the sailors agreed to make it a two-mark race instead of three marks.  

Tom and Sarah Cartwright in the Thistle

 

 

Race Results: 

 

 

2025 SOCK BURNING: Poems reflect friendship, shared tornado experience,..and sailing.

Sock burning at the start of the sailing season has become “a thing” amongst sailing clubs across the country. It is a celebration of Springtime. The ability to go barefoot is the excuse for the festivities , and an illustration of busting out of the confines of winter. Such exuberance inspires poetry, so that is part of it as well. 

You will notice the mention of the tornado and the importance of friendships as themes in many of the poems as well as sailing of course. Poems were recited as socks were tossed into our magical smokeless, heatless “fire” (it was a very hot day so we nixed having a fire). 

THE POEMS:

 “Do re mi fa so Tornado!”

Grab the kids, run down the stair
Into the basement not a second to spare!

Come up for air overwhelmed by destruction
So many days now doing reconstruction

Grateful for help from so many friends
To clean up the effects of the tornado’s winds

When its racing day I like a strong wind
So pick up your glasses for a toast my friends

To a crazy night, to wind and fright
To love and care from those gathered here

Smooth sailing ahead, rough waters behind
Raise up your sails its racing time
-    John Gall.

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 Embrace the minute
So thankful to be here now
The best place on earth
-    Laura Garrett (Haiku)

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There are good ships and wood ships and ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships are friendships and may they always be!

-    Tom and Sarah Cartwright

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On Grandview Lake, the breezes play,
White sails unfurl in bright array.

With friends beside, we chase the wind,
Each tack and jibe, our fun is pinned.

The sunlight dances on the waves,
We race as one, no boats to save.

Amazing people, and spirits free—
A sailor’s joy, our Sunday spree.

-    Dianne Fisher

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Grandview sailing club
Sailing camp is fun at Geist
Excited to sail here soon
-    Lily  Garrett (Haiku)

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Who would have guessed that a sailboat could fly?
Perhaps that’s why Tom’s boat was named the “JY”

The winds picked it up and it caught in a tree.
After the storm passed, Tom’s face had no glee.

The hull it was cracked, the mast broke in three.
Since Tom can’t sail it, a crew man he’ll be.

-    JHS

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Our sailing season is a go!
And every sailor must know,
Win or lose, don’t pout,
We’d not enjoy without
Surviving Grandview’s tornado!

-    Matt Bartlett (Limerick)

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Summertime at Grandview with quite a lot to do.
The mowing, the painting, sprucing up the house,
Oh and don’t forget there’s sailing too!

Get out the sails, clean off the vests.
Its time to prove who’s the best

It really doesn’t matter when all is said and done 
‘cause we love to sail and its lots of fun!

-    Arlene Truex

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There once was a sailor named Bob
Others lost races to him with a sob.

He graduated to the Committee Boat
And helped set race marker floats

In all things he did a tremendous job

-    Margaret Powers (about Bob Orben)

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Tornado was fierce
But did not dampen desire
To play in the wind
-    Lisa Duret (Haiku)

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"Ode to the JY-15"

She wasn’t too cramped, she wasn’t too big
She fit on a lift, and was simple to rig.
With a hull like a recliner, I’d sail really chill—
Feet up on the gunwale, not a care, not an ill.

She could cruise with a crew, or solo with grit,
(Though sometimes the main sheet had to go in my bit).
No winches, no gadgets, no lifting to dread—
Just a simple sweet setup for my simple old head.

With a "V" to slice wakes and a bottom quite round,
She wobbled like tipsy old sailors I've found.
New crew would freeze, gripping gunwale in fright,
“Don’t worry,” I’d grin, “She feels wrong, but she’s right.”

We could hike her out hard, take in water galore—
It drained out the stern—that’s what scuppers are for.
She did capsize, yes—once, twice, maybe three—
But she always came back, just like stubborn old me.

Dave Brown first owned her, that skilled trophy-taker.
Wayne Truex brokered my purchase, that enthusiastic matchmaker.
“Trust me,” he said, “This one’s for you.”
And just like he said, it turned out to be true.

Catey and Jim gave trimming advice:
“Shift your weight, tighten the sheet—now doesn’t she slice?”

She took newcomers, green sailors, even racing vets aboard,
Got them hooked, got them racing, helped get the Yacht Club restored.

And then...."The Wreck of the JY-15"

But then came the storm with a twist in its tail—
A tree downing, house-wrecking, boat-flinging gale!

It was quick, and quite awful, with drama to spare,
Snapping her mast in two places as she flew through the air.
With a hull-cracking downdraft she was slammed to the ground—
Between two fallen trees the wrecked JY-15 was found.

To this Grandview sailor she was a boat with no peer—
To capsizes laughed at, and friends who’ve become dear.
A sailor’s recliner, a gateway, a glistener—
That could ride any wind except that ‘25 twister.

She’ll sail in my mind every time we convene—
That nimble, well-mannered,   JY-15.

-    Tom Schroeder