Boys on the beach
Back in college a bond was set for life with a few guys who were both fraternity brothers and roommates in a succession of apartments after we all moved out of the dorms. One of us had a sailboat, a venerable Cape Dory 25. I can’t tell you the number of classes we skipped to sail.
Post-graduation the four of us went on to jobs, marriage and kids. In 1992 I pulled them back together for a “boys sail”, the first of what has become an annual, and sometimes more than annual event.
We have sailed the Chesapeake on six different sailboats, owned or chartered for the purpose. We have cruised the ICW on several powerboats. We have chartered in the BVI three times.
A fourth BVI charter was scheduled for the end of February. Due to COVID related issues we decided to postpone it to 2023. As a consolation, the boys flew down to Jupiter for some time on our little runabout.
The boys arrived at Palm Beach International Airport, courtesy of Southwest Airlines, on Thursday evening.
On Friday, we dropped my 20’ Key West, Mighty Quinn, off her lift and cruised the ICW to include a stop for lunch at one of Jupiter’s many waterfront restaurants.
On Saturday we went for a longer trip up the ICW to a week known anchorage and beach. We had on board a picnic lunch and some beer ut no sunscreen so, yes, a little too much sun.