Tad heard about this "glogcanoe" and after thorough research into the modern ways of communication is currently hooking up an old Speak 'n' Spell to some aluminum foil and a tattered umbrella down by the river.
But while we await his input, let me offer another round of congratulations to the weekend Island Lark had. First of all, many of you have heard this, but Lark capsized Friday during a rough-weather tow -- a disaster of epic proportions. Many of its crew and support team stayed up throughout the night to get parts in order and construct new shims and blocks to replace those lost in the chop. So right off the bat, to win Saturday morning on the Tred Avon must have been quite a reward.
Saturday afternoon, after falling almost to the back of the fleet, Blossom made up ground, tacked away from her rival (who was busy with Jay Dee) at the final mark and caught a fortuitous shift that allowed her to lift to the finish and steal the gun from the two larger canoes. Loud and burly lyrics rung across the river.
Payback was swift and brutal.
Sunday in heavier winds, we were neck-and-neck at the start and throughout the first leg. Lark pulled ahead by a few lengths just before the windward mark, then raised a set of twin tight staysails (and perhaps fired off a centerboard booster rocket) and simply disappeared. By the final leeward leg, she was so far ahead we never heard the gun. It brought back memories of the late Jimmy Wilson a handful of years ago. The race after he broke either a club or a sprit, Magic returned to nearly lap the fleet in Oxford. This was just as impressive.
Lark is sailing to near-perfection -- on the water, they haven't finished below second all season. It's setting the stage for a thrilling final three weekends, and I can't wait to see how it all turns out.
In an attempt to break up this mojo the Larkies have going, I'll reveal that some of its crewmembers have wandering eyes ...

(Sunday's thumping may require C-Bone to change his shirt -- just for a quick snapshot.)