Back in '94 we came steaming into the bay at 0900 Tuesday confident we would reach Seadrift in time for the awards ceremony.
The SSE wind at 20-25 mph had different ideas. Blew is to the northwest shoreline and defeated every attempt at paddling. We walked the boat the miles along the north shore before we could get enough quartering wind to get back in the boat. Didn't cross the finish line until 1806, nine hours later! With no Tracker technology back then Daphne, or captain, was pretty concerned.
The wind direction was a little more southerly and not as strong when Adam and Philip finally exited the Guadalupe River after over 170 miles!
Under the wooden bridge. Last opportunity for rock chunkin. |
End of the river... |
Into the bay. Looks calm, right? |
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