Here on the north shore of Superior, we do have a very competitive racing
fleet. I crew for friends and in my opinion, they’re all nuts, especially the Captains. To honor these fearless folk, I wrote this poem. Yes, booze was involved, what can I say. I should mention, Gichigoomy is the Ojibwa name for Lake Superior
The Weather growls all dark and gloomy on the northern shores of Gichigoomy. The women are hard and the men are mean, the most horrible place you’ve ever been. These raging cliffs of water can’t be any sailor’s dream, some say a race rigged sloop is just a suicide machine. Let’s reef the main, hoist number two and jockey for the line. We’re going racing anyway, it’s time to show some spine! For we’ll not sit at the dock and wait and hold our breath. We’ll hoist our drinks like the pirates did, TO A SUDDEN SOGGY DEATH!