To celebrate Leg One’s conclusions, Elizabeth Jean‘s bard penned an ode to the passage.
Ode to Leg One
Gather round I’ve some words to relate.
Let’s get started before it’s too late.
Draw nearer and to my words harken
Add rum to your ginger so it darkens
Leg one it is time to celebrate.
We first will honor the crew.
And give them all that’s their due.
We assembled a team.
That exceeded our dreams.
There’s none better I’ll wager you.
From Windworks, Elena, arrived with a flask.
Most competent at any task.
With origins continental.
And a heart sentimental.
She completes jobs before she is asked.
Next is a Bagshaw named Brad.
Considerable sailing experience he has had.
For his heart and his decency
And his knowledge of SSB frequencies,
That he joined us we truly are glad.
Round Cape Flattery the seas were a bit lumpy.
But the crew’s mood never became grumpy.
Brad was first to cry out.
I see a spout.
We were soon surrounded by whales with backs humpy.
Off Southern Oregon, reports of a gale.
So Newport harbor’s safety we did hale.
In port there we found
Other vessels southward bound.
And with them we swapped mariners’ tales.
From the marina it’s not hard to reach.
A bed and breakfast named Sylvia Beach.
Authors of great fame
Lend the rooms each a name.
Two truths and a lie the hostess to us did teach.
Another night at shore and what shall we do?
With Discovery’s crew search for a brew.
Heading to the Rogue nation.
We explored its libations.
We confess we knocked back a few.
Once again to the south we proceeded.
A bit of wind was all that we needed.
Off Mendocino 16 knots blew.
So the spinnaker we flew.
At this test we completely succeeded.
August 25, in the evening rather late.
It will be time to navigate.
Waters known by sailors all
And Leg One’s port of call.
San Francisco and its Golden Gate.
Time has come for our glasses to lift.
As the mood of the evening we shift.
Before you depart.
Hear these words from our hearts.
Having you aboard has been truly a gift.
August 25, 2013
Eric Laschever, esq.