That’s really about all I have to say today.
After a weekend of Regatta-ing, I’m pretty much done in with aching muscles and joints. I just can’t spend three days straight on my feet without suffering some consequences, I guess.
But in spite of dreary drizzly weather, once again the community of Worthington pulled off an amazing event.
A few of my favorite moments from the weekend:
Painting squares for the mosaic mural with five of my favorite people in the world.
Listening to The New Primitives’ amazing reggae music being played from their makeshift shelter under the Daily Globe tent.
Watching a young girl’s eyes go huge when she realized she’d won $100 just by retrieving a plastic ball with a number on it from the surf.
Reconnecting with some of the windsurfers I’ve come to know over the years. It’s like a family reunion.
A young girl getting her first windsurfing lesson, and being extremely excited about the sport, while her mother watches from the cover of an umbrella along the shoreline.