Mission to rescue Soup

Two weekends ago we set off across Pontchartrain in our friend John Theriot's sailboat. It was about a case of beer, several shots, maybe a spliff or two and an eight hour sail in light winds to Mandeville. We slept on John's boat, and got a tow back the next day.

SATURDAY:

Oliver drives, Miles is complacent

Lauren relaxed on the bow for a while.

John The Riot

PBR and sausage for dinner

Sunset over the Pontchartrain Causeway

SUNDAY:

John and Oly set foot on soup

Hello Soup

Getting towed

An hour or so out, we realized we could throw our jib up and half-sail. Fortunately the Coast Guard didn't stop by, as we were still unregistered and had none of the necessary safety equipment.

Getting ready to put up the jib

This is the first time this boat has sailed in fifteen years and it was a bit of a rush. Since it's completely gutted, it actually started pulling past John's boat with just our jib up. Realized we probably ought to take Soup racing at the NOYC on wednesdays.

I like the cut of our jib

Jib is down, kicking names and taking ass.

Oliver struggles.

The Soup John B.

Thanks to this weekend, Soup is now at Schubert's Marine in New Orleans and we know that she sails. Also thanks to this weekend, we know that sausage is great for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (As is PBR).