"Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolute nothing—
...half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats." ~Kenneth Grahame
It’s over-quoted for sure, but the most aptly fitting line for today. We heard news of our dear friend Russ passing after a brave battle with ALS. He made us all laugh and was a true friend. Russ was there the day I met Peter and I can hardly imagine a world without him, but we are glad that his suffering is over.
This is how I will remember Russ: fixing something on his boat or the countless races when we’d sail too close to each other's boats and some fool would yell, “STARBOARD!” just for fun, or sitting around after a race and arguing about time-on-distance vs time-on-time and who really won the race under the bridge.
The world will be a lot less fun without you, Russ. You will be missed.
Sharing these photos for all Russ's friends...so we can all remember him well.
It’s over-quoted for sure, but the most aptly fitting line for today. We heard news of our dear friend Russ passing after a brave battle with ALS. He made us all laugh and was a true friend. Russ was there the day I met Peter and I can hardly imagine a world without him, but we are glad that his suffering is over.
This is how I will remember Russ: fixing something on his boat or the countless races when we’d sail too close to each other's boats and some fool would yell, “STARBOARD!” just for fun, or sitting around after a race and arguing about time-on-distance vs time-on-time and who really won the race under the bridge.
The world will be a lot less fun without you, Russ. You will be missed.
Sharing these photos for all Russ's friends...so we can all remember him well.
*well together anyway.

Our friends Russ and
Mike on Russ's sailboat sailing by the marina. Note the Customs House--familiar
skyline site in Old City--squatting in the background. BTW: I think Russ and
Mike won this race.
The race is
over. Russ was having bow issues. Andy and Al are coming up on the scene.
Anchored out in our favorite cove for dinner with friends. Peter is on our sailboat grabbing some wine and snapping the moment. (There were always arguments about who had discovered the cove first. It’s no matter any longer, the cove is silted in. I think this very night Russ ran aground—his boat draws almost six feet—and we tried to lead the familiar way out, we got out and radioed back. I think he said his boat was taking on water and he was cussin up a storm.
Peter, taking a much-needed work break in mid-September. Russ sails his spinaker in the background under the Ben Franklin bridge.

Russ's crew: Jonathan, and (Terry & Ron’s son) Justin & his wife Emmy. Everything's still friendly--until the race starts! Still, I let them know, I'm setting the time stamp as proof. (We often spent hours back on the patio disputing corrected times and actual finishes.)
We decide that the wind is so light and it's taking forever to get to the start line that we'll just start where we are.
Russ looks over to check if Peter & I are ready.

They're checking those luffing sails!
Hey--what happened? They're so smug!!
Shouts go out about right-of-way. The tension is thick. STARBOARD!
Plans for Cattails have been abandoned over the phone, but they don't believe it till they see us tack and head back. We don't have enough gas to motor and neither of us have working lights right now so we've gotta be back by sunset.
It took us til 5:24 to get under the Ben Franklin. I was wishing we were out for a bike ride instead of the torture of racing in light wind. But I have never known Peter to quit a race. Not even mutiny (or an empty wine bottle) can make him turn the engine on!

Hmm...Russ already has his sails down...very suspicious!
We'll cut him some slack this time--his crew got him to turn the engine on. There's a reason he usually sails solo!