Johnson was in its heyday when this boat rolled out of the glass shop in White Bear Lake, Minnesota. And, if it’s like most Johnson scows of that era, this boat is stiff and dry. In the right hands, she will fly.
This boat was nearly sold, but the deal fell through and is back on the market for a mere $1500.
A beautiful day. Below are video captures of the GPS data from the Speedpucks aboard Tim’s OSP and Stew’s 806.
This was a great day on the water. Carrie and Jason were in the forward cockpit trading duties on the boards and sheets. It was a first I20 race for both. Our loyal opposition, Tim and Braden, showed in the hotrod OSP and schooled us with lots of leebow mumbo jumbo in the start gate every… single… race!
He was a frightened pup, putting on the brakes, when he first met the 13th Street farmers market. Now he glides around and under tables filled with flowers and melons. Adapting…
The Anacostia is a dusty ol’ river, but no one is joking about it any longer. With a world class ballpark, condos and restaurants, it is as close to a “scene” as Washington gets. Friday nights, the Yards Park is swinging with hipsters at the outdoor concert seriees. July 5 saw an invasion of scows. Tim had his boat out. Brian was driving Guacamole with Kathy trimming. And Steve and Karen made Whistlebritches scoot. Two PERF boats arrived. Bill Davenport dropped anchor near the USS Barry and started playing his Jimmy Buffet loop whilst that new Beneteau First Twenty tied up alongside. Nice night for sailing too, with a solid 12 knots until dusk.
