A light June breeze tickled the leafy, spotted Sycamore as the sailors below prepared their Johnsons for launch.

As much fun as scow sailing is, and as wildly popular as this blogsite has become, it is rare to get enough scow fans on the same day at the same hour in the same place to launch two scows.  But the day before Father’s Day was an opportunity to trade in those paternal chits and break away for a morning of jousting on the Potomac. Continue reading First Annual Johnson Regatta →

Sailors are a trusting lot.  Want a life jacket? Just borrow one from your neighbor’s boat.  Need a tool? There are many foot lockers without a padlock among the dry slips.  So, it was no shocker that we came to  suspect someone was sneaking into slip F10 and wheeling the M16 to the lifts for a clandestine splash.

But every sailor has limits.  I bet you have yours, too.

For me it was the idea that our prize training sailboat was being hornswoggled by some shifty first mate.  Which is why we installed a hidden security camera in the head of the mainsail.  Activation would begin when the bilgeboards went down.   I won’t belabor it…here are the goods, if you will:  Pictorial proof that we have not one, but two boat jackers in our midst!

Continue reading Boat Jacker Nabbed on Camera! →

Great southerly blew strong most of the day.  A-spin up on first gybe.  We shimmied up to the 14th St bridge, averaging 6 knts, dropped the chute and beat home.  Continue reading 8-12 knots of wind, 5-8 knots hullspeed over ground →