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those of neighbor Boyd's Harbor, as an official stop. Yates, who keeps his Wylie 34 Coyote at Boyd's, volunteered to not only coordinate fitting all the boats into the tiny basins, but also to arrange some fun activities for the fleet. When asked which harbor he was affiliated with, he replied "Neither. I'm friends with the owners and just think it'd be fun." Doo Dah boats began trickling in just after lunch, and continued into the late afternoon. Yates managed to shoehorn 25 boats into the two basins. "We've had more boats in here," Yates said, "but never this many big boats — and never this many sailboats. The locals have been coming down all day to take pictures." After the majority of boats were settled, Yates then shuttled folks to a nearby beach, where he'd arranged shade, cold drinks, snacks and an assortment of water toys — including three PWCs and a Hobie 16 borrowed from neighbors. "Peter is just amazing," effused Patti Boucher of the Santana 22 Carlos. "Our boys had such a great time!" Everyone else apparently did too, as evidenced by the nearly $300 collected during a hat-passing at dinner. Yates was humbled by the gesture. "I just wanted to throw a good party," he said. Those who arrived later in the day, or simply chose to stay behind, enjoyed a lazy afternoon — until Official Doo Dah Troublemaker Robbie Gabriel declared war with a gigantic water cannon. Chaos ensued, with every remaining Doo Dah'er getting into the action. Some attacked from the water while others retaliated from the relative safety of their boats. Aaron Dunlap — who flew down from his home near Seattle to sail aboard his Sausalito-based Valiant 32 Feolena — took the 'more is better' approach and grabbed a bucket. Regar dless of where they spent their afternoon, the fleet met up again at Robbie 'Troublethe Rusty Porthole maker' Gabriel. for dinner. Owner Belinda Bittner's staff expertly handled the 70 or so crazies that descended on the restaurant like locusts. After the crowd was sated, the party moved to the deck — where Yates had set up some amps — and rocked the night away. Ok, no one made it past 11 p.m.
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called 'free' days — a time for folks to split off on their own for a little exploration. Several Doo Dah'ers spent the morning consulting charts and grilling Yates on the best routes to take to their chosen destinations. One by one, the fleet peeled off, some heading to the Meadows, some to Venice Island, some to Georgiana Slough. About one-third of the fleet made their way to Little Mandeville Island, where they tucked into a shallow horseshoe bend
off Connection Slough that was later dubbed 'Broken Rudder Slough'. The sweltering heat and lack of wind caused most boats to quickly rig tarps and bug screens. After those chores were complete, though, it was play time. For some, play time meant kicking back with a book and a refreshing beverage. For others, it meant a little light air dinghy sailing. For Valencio and Tino Grygier
The August 2009 issue of the West's premier sailing and marine magazine.