The San Juan Rendezvous was too good of a trip to let it slip into the past without more stories being told, so, since no one else is writing (hint, hint) I'll post "page 2". We had a group dinner in Anacortes on Saturday night of the opening weekend. Sort of a "lets get acquainted" event. Introductions were given. Fellow restaurant patrons seemed amused at our names.... Dinky Boat, Sea Cutter, Tullamore, Swoose, Faith, Sweet Pea .... As an ice-breaker (which this group, ahem, didn't need...) "awards" were presented for various distinctions. The Most Experienced Skipper award went to Charless Fawlkes for, I believe, something like 40 years of sailing. Since this experience only comes with age, and since age brings, um, other things, he was "awarded" a jar of dietary fiber. The Least Experienced Skipper award went to, egads, the trip leader?! I presented myself a rescue whistle along with instructions to "follow Charless" for having my own sailboat the fewest years in the group. The Oldest Boat award was next. My '76 M17 was oldest, but not wanting to "hog all the hardware", the roll of duct tape was presented to Mark and Roberta for their immaculate M23 Faith. Biggest Crew was next, with several boats having a crew of 2. The symbolic can of sardines went to the Fawlkes in a tie-breaker. (They were in the smallest boat.) And the Owned the Most Sailboats category also went to Charless, with 11 sailboats throughout the years. His wife was presented with a bottle of aspirin. Nest time we'll go to a different restaurant, but a good time was had by all, at least until the walk back to the marina in the pouring rain. <grin> More later, Larry