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About our Tagline…

Shindyah isn’t a new boat.  She’s not an old boat either.  She’s a classic.  Both in name and in feel.  She’s cut broad, but sharp forward, with a rise to her bow that the racers eschew.  Her stern is bluff and solid.  Her lines harken back to earlier vessels, though her materials and finish is more modern.

She is our salt-water lady.  A song by Roger Creager caught my ear when we commissioned her as Shindyah…  It’s called Gulf Coast Time. Here are the lyrics, and a link to the song is provide below.

We very much love our ole salt-water lady…


I like the way this salty, warm breeze feels
As I make another cast with this old rod and reel
Sounds like things are going well
From the tone of your letter
Am I doing okay?
I guess you could say
I’m keeping my head above water

[Chorus:]
On the deck of this old saltwater lady
Dancin’ ‘cross the waves
The seaside world slows down to an idle
The sun sets red over Copano Bay
You moved on with your life in California
I’ll move on with mine
Sometimes things take a little longer
Here on gulf coast time

It’s nice just getting back to the simple things
Like the taste of this fresh key lime in my drink

Took that watch you gave me
Tossed it ’bout a mile offshore
Just another anchor around me weighing me down that
I don’t need anymore

[Chorus]

And I know
I’m getting better with every breath of ocean I breathe in
And my soul gets stronger every moment I spend

[Chorus]

Sometimes things take a little longer
Here on gulf coast
Time


Youtube: Gulf Coast Time – Roger Creager, anthem of SV Shindyah

 

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Fruit Flies, Cider and Nationalistic humor…

We enjoyed the company of Captain Bill Richards of Celtic Cross at dinner aboard last night. Fine sailor, teaches navigation at Annapolis school of sailing, and drives water taxis up there for fun. I digress…

Laura (the XO) was having a “Beesting” last night. Well, we all were… 1/3 mead 2/3 hard cider… seriously tasty. But also seriously attractive to the little fruit flies that are (astonishingly) still buzzing around. Plop, into her drink one goes… Which occasions me telling the following story.
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Gotta love the Scots.