Phil the groundhog says only four and a half weeks left of winter. Hang in there BOCers. Some beautiful pictures came in today from Cochitiman. This ice will be gone before the web dude gets back from Guatemala. 100 BOCers will chop it up and bag it so we'll have ice for our tea all summer. I love you guyz. Thanks.
Looks like a NE Swell got frozen in place. - photo by cochitiman
100 BOCers, with ten bags each could store this up and we'd have Iced Tea all summer. - photo by cochitiman.
This will all be melted by the time the web dude gets back from Guatemala. - photo by cochitiman
This Sunbathing picture was taken on March 1st. Remain calm... Sailing will happen soon.
On Saturday, October 17th the BOC hosted an open musical jam session at the BOC Floating World Headquarters. A beautiful evening of music and friendship was shared by BOC members and friends. Here's a small sample of some of the many "awesomely sweet" performances of the knight... enjoy:
To save myself the work of writing two stories about two great BOC weekend adventures, I've compiled the evidence into one short video.
BOC Prez Ed tunes his starboard shroud to a C sharp (OOPS)... while sweet baby James Alumbaugh provides the musical score. Good Times on the Rio Grande.
Nothing happened before Olive arrived as far as we know.
Olive took Swee'pea to the HQ in hopes that the sailors there would figure out her, as it turned out, elementary rigging.
Nothing happened before Olive arrived as far as we know.
The weather service didn't scare the numerous boats encouraged by Dusty to Get Out There! And actually the weather herself didn't scare the boats. Just a bit of refreshing rain when we were going in anyway. I seem to remember nine boats at the HQ Saturday night. A sane amount of food evident. And beverages. Some people cooked sort of in the rain, because we've "always done it that way".
When were the mousetraps set, tantalizingly near our toes as we stood at the counter? Saturday night? Sunday night?
Did the Bread arrive that day? Did we have Banana Bread, just a bit, as soon as Gary arrived? Yes.
Which night did wily Steve sit, still as a sailbag, in Pleiades cockpit in wait, with a bench brush, for a horrible boat mouse --some thought he had dozed off -- for what seemed an hour? But NO! when the vile mouse finally emerged and got well clear of cover, Steve swiped it gracefully into the water! There was boisterous rejoicing and congratulations.
Mouse evidence was found in the Great Boat also. The Bread gift was stowed in the standing ice box, the Mice Box. When were the mousetraps set, tantalizingly near our toes as we stood at the counter? Saturday night? Sunday night? Anyway, mice were caught.
