3AM?

Well just where did that come from?

Magically it appeared in a night full of history, fun, and friendship.

 

As the night had unfolded something magical seemed to happen.

Kevin said "Don't worry – I'll take care of you".

And he did, as did his friends, and fellow wind junkies.

It did not seem to matter than I was from Ohio and had not sailed on Fond Du Lac for 20 some years. By 3AM, a variety of beverage had been consumed including something called a SB – supposedly if you drank one you would take off your clothes, thankfully I declined.

As I walked toward the door, I realized,

I guess I had better ask Kevin what "don't worry, I'll take care of you" meant. I mean, I had no tent, sleeping bag nor hotel room, and even if I did, there was no taxi nor way I was driving anywhere.

Certainly up to this point he had done that famously, but sleeping the car would be a real pain.

Soon we were walking back to Windpower and once inside Kevins Home, a mattress appeared, as did a pillow and a blanket.

This was most Welcome. I smiled, laid down, my head filled with a James Taylor song – His town too…. Always a shade of a doubt.., Who comes to call, maybe a friend of a friend of a friend….

….Sliding into a bottom turn off Buck Island in St. Croix,,,,

Drifting off into deep sleep below what appeared to be windsurf gear hanging from the ceiling was soon easy. Kevin came into say one last thing, "welcome to the Regatta."

I was finally happy. Not sure what it took to make that happen, but it is now cool.

My head was filled with orange bouys of past, surfing and jumping waves, and the start line at the 1984 World Championships – 410 strong.

400 Sails on one start line. I was there, and it was doubly cool.

ZZZzzzz ZZZ zzzz ZZZzzz….