But who needs sun? Twenty hearty souls still turned out. It didn't take long for the race committee to decide the evening's course: head for the picnic grove, get under some tents, and cook those dogs. Sailors jockeyed for position, for the cooler and picnic table: hot dogs, salad, corn on the cob, and Mrs. B's "special" lemonade and other inspiring beverages. No sailor was left behind. Great food and drink, and great conversation: A recent cruiser-sponsored club trip to the Chesapeake recapped; the 2009 Flying Scot Association fleet of the year award flaunted. Anyone for another cruise in September?