The day started off a bright, hot stinky day.
Like any day in the Territory really.
As usual the circle kept moving with the shade.
We were in race 8 and 14.
Race 8 started late as usual, the boat nearly tipped a few times.
You only need one guess which place we came, out of 3 boats.
Last of course.
The boat paddlers put it all down to the dude with the rudder
and then it was the drummer with no rhythm.
Lunch was supplied by our GM, great sweet snags.
Too bad the GM didn't bring his own alcohol.
The next race started before we knew it.
But with great drummer and chant that could charm
only a 2 dollar hooker of "In! Out! In! Out! In! Out! In! Out!".
The only place that chant got us was 3rd place.
This means only one thing.
We did bloody good.
Cheers to all that paddled. ;P