After the parade, a race happens. If this blog did audio and “sensearound,” you’d hear the roar and feel the splash and pitch. You’d need towels for your desk and a cloth to clean your glasses. For now, read the fotos and imagine the sound. Cover your keyboard lest the spray damage it though. Picture the photographer, back braced against the deckhouse, one foot against the inside of each toerail, as the sweet official boat BTU rocks. I’ll try to put up a foto of BTU and pushing matches tomorrow.
A stealthy tugboat Dragon churns forward,
Cornell builds momentum,
Illusion dashes towards the breakwater,
and Patrician Ann cuts us close, but lags far behind Redfish almost invisible off slightly to port.