This isn't W1k, but the first year of the T500, we were doing the last leg on the HT from hell. There had been a lot of rain inland and the rivers were spewing tons of debris, trees, piling, parts of docks, etc out of all of the inlets between Jax and Tybee. We had been hauling butt the last couple hours dodging *noodle* right and left. The sun starts setting and Dave looks over and asks, "how are we going to see/miss this stuff in the dark?" I told him not to worry, that stuff doesn't come out at night...

We never hit anything and finished around midnight - much better than the English boat next to us that hit a Manta Ray and split the hull.