To our faithful followers - It's been a while since we posted new information, but frankly we've been running around like headless chooks (ie:aussie chicken, for you gringos). Anyhow, we packed on the necessary gear and headed down the York River for our shake down cruise. Our intent was to head up north from Yorktown once we had expired our livers at the Fleet 30 session. Trapped by bad weather and lack of availabilities at the Betty Ford clinic, we were stuck at York River Yacht Haven for 5 days, crack out the Monopoly lads!
Jorgen here,the good thing is we had a club race. Crewing under the steady hand of Skipper Shanks on the smallest boat in the race, Thrillseeker, we took line honors and won the race. Go Andy!
Thanks Jorgen - that explains part of the liver expiration. Looking for creative ways to spend our time Maria decided to make a quiche for breakfast. Without even cracking an egg we still managed a mini gas explosion. This was the quiche that saved our arscisicous, (arse- gringos). Thanks to the local boat yard we had the expertise of gas guru John Phillips, it turned out we had a whopper leak in our gas line - close call and new underwear was required soon thereafter. Thanks John for sorting out our major gas problem.
Jorgen back, after the mini nuclear blast we were ready for some grape consumption. Met a lovely couple of SAC's (South African Charmers)on ZURI, a Prout catamaran, and according to Estelle we had a few bottle of red that night ;-)/.
Finally we departed hotel California AKA York River Yacht Haven and spent a couple of lovely nights on the East River in Mobjack Bay before returning to Norfolk.
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