Chesapeake Catboat Association
- Founded 1960 -
OUR MISSION STATEMENT
"The Chesapeake Catboat Association serves to provide a central point of contact for all Catboaters and Catboat enthusiasts on the Bay. We sponsor or attend nine races and events each year as well as the National Catboat Association's meeting in Newport."
Our Website - www.chesapeakecatboats.org - shows all of our events, Newsletters and all sorts of Catboat information and lore.
"The Chesapeake Catboat Association serves to provide a central point of contact for all Catboaters and Catboat enthusiasts on the Bay. We sponsor or attend nine races and events each year as well as the National Catboat Association's meeting in Newport."
Our Website - www.chesapeakecatboats.org - shows all of our events, Newsletters and all sorts of Catboat information and lore.
CCBA Key Contacts
Marc Cruder - Commodore
Dave Bleil - Secretary/Treasurer
Butler Smythe - Webmeister
Steve Flesner - Roving Ambassador
Don Dunn - Handicap Chairperson
Dave Bleil - Secretary/Treasurer
Butler Smythe - Webmeister
Steve Flesner - Roving Ambassador
Don Dunn - Handicap Chairperson
NEXT EVENT
Patuxent River Shootout
Memorial Day Weekend
Race & Potluck - Sunday 26 May 2013
at
Calvert Maritime Museum
See Events Page & Newsletter!
Patuxent River Shootout
Memorial Day Weekend
Race & Potluck - Sunday 26 May 2013
at
Calvert Maritime Museum
See Events Page & Newsletter!
Sea Fever
by John Masefield --- 1899
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And the gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over..
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And the gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over..
