Not much better than a trip to nowhere with good friends. Stormbringer was hijacked by bunch of people armed with copious amounts of beer and food on Saturday, although some people (cough cough Justin) didn't know how to pronounce the name of their feer forrectly. For the record there is NO F in Leinenkugel!

Dresses were lost, dolphins frolicked, garlic spread shared and a good time was had by all. Most of the day was spent at anchor in the middle of Tampa Bay with a life line off the back. I don't think the backflip contest off the bow pulpit was documented however. We actually were able to sail with 9 on board thanks to a light but steady west wind in the afternoon after the swim call. I just had to shout "duck" so the folks on the front deck could lay below the path of the tacking genoa.

I'm typically an advocate of having the smallest boat that can get you where you are going, but damn I really wish I had a Wharram catamaran or a Gemini with a huge amount of deck space and netting for days like this, I can't fit enough people on the boat!

I posted some photos, check out the slideshow below, or click on it to go to the album.

A few weeks ago an evening thunderstorm shredded the sacrificial canvass strip on my roller furling genoa. We called up North Sails in St Pete to help us out. The trick of it was that the jib halyard was jammed and I couldn't get the sail down. They recommended Mike from www.bayrigging.com.

Mike was very thourough and professional and his communication via email and cell have been outstanding. I am definitely holding on to his contact info!