We made it to Annapolis and right as we passed the outside moorings, I put Slainte in neutral and was still gliding at 4.5 knots with the wind and currents. We made it safely under the bridge into Spa Creek and there was a Victura sailboat next to us with it's mast down. I got a chance later on to talk to the Captain and he said that he had radioed the bridge and was waiting for it to open and him and another boat went through and the bridge operator shut the bridge on him, breaking his wooden mast. It came down with one fell swoop and landed on the gallows which saved his life. Two bystanders rushed over to make sure he was alright and helped secure him to a mooring. I didn't feel quite so bad, with our torn headsail.
Dale came down on Sunday and brought a borrowed headsail from Bob Daniell's 27' Hunter. It was a 110 but it did the job for the remainder of the trip. Kudos to Bob and Dale for helping us out and being able to finish the trip.
We were out for 8 days, and 6 of the 8 days had winds over 20. It was a humbling week and it made me never forget that Mother Nature can throw her best, and she did. We battled heavy winds and increased our skills in heavy weather. We sailed together as a group and celebrated the Fleet Captain's and my birthdays and increased our knowledge of our boats and how they handled. I wouldn't trade it for anything.