This flashback from the archives is both a good story and useful for future Texas 200 participants.—Eds
Article by Chuck Pierce
It is almost dark. The sun has finally hit the horizon as I tack down Matagorda Bay towards Pass Cavallo. When we launched at Magnolia Beach earlier in the day, we’d decided this would be our camp for tonight, and surely others would be there by now. I’ve gone back a couple of times to check on a friend who hasn’t sailed for three years due to some rough cancer treatments, and I’m running later than I’d like.
After sailing past the Port O’Connor jetties, I anchor for a half hour to give my friend a chance to catch up…but I’m running out of time. Pass Cavallo is different every time I’ve been there since Hurricane Harvey roared through the area in 2017. I do not feel confident I can find today’s version of the pass in the dark.
Filled with misgivings, I haul the anchor up and sail on.
