Our new neighbor |
and then another, and another.
Notice the group rafting up at the back |
We chose to move north to a small fishing village of Mt. Irvine. There were two other sailboats there, along with a handful of small fishing boats. A nice quite anchorage away from the large powerboats. Or so we thought...
Early the next morning Bob was up in the cockpit. "Interesting orange triangle just off our stern" he said.
I recognized it from my triathlon days. "That's a turn around point" I said. A quick check on the internet told us that Mt. Irvine was the turn around point for the boat race.
Quickly we decided to head further north, so as to not be in the line of fire. We began to make preparations to pull up the anchor when we saw the first boat in the distance. Too late to move the boat we settled in to watch the show.
This is not my picture, but this is what we saw |
We expected the next division boats to come by a little later, but there were no more. Apparently the Coast Guard had to rescue 12-15 boats for various reasons and the three that we saw were the only ones that made the full course.
So much for finding a nice quiet bay to tuck into!
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At least we got away from the crowds, and the race itself was surprisingly brief!
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