sail

We were all disappointed when we weren't able to actually sail with K's dad while we were visiting him.
He had said that he had jobs for each of the boys and was looking forward to teaching them some sailing skills -
but, smartly, he erred on the side of caution as a destructive storm had come through his harbor and done quite a bit of damage...

But K and I were still itching for a sail.
And that's why we jumped at the chance when our friends R and MF asked us to meet them on their boat late in the afternoon.

I cannot even begin to do the day justice with words...



It was crystal clear.
There was wind.
The air was cool and smelled salty.



R was kind enough to let K take the tiller/helm-thing for many hours, while K just beamed with excitement. K has sailed since he was a little boy... R said that he was happy to relax and not have to pilot, but I think he was being very generous.

Of course I am mad for any kind of tech-talk and sailing is loaded with it. And there are fast maneuvers and winding of ropes and switching sides and raising sails and such, all of which keeps me on the edge of my seat...



R busied himself with this and that and MF and I sat and drank cool white wine.
Which was just PERFECT.



I was simply too entranced to move that bottle of beer - which is now in every breathtaking shot (oh! I did photoshop it out a couple of times)



Sometimes one must consult the charts.



One might have to dodge a wreck - or hens and chickens.



The weather was neither variable nor pluie as you can see. Beau, beau, beau.



There are many interesting sights below deck.
It's illegal to dump dunnage. Pretty much anywhere.



There is framed artwork below as well. And it is not a poster.

Back above deck, there were many more beautiful sights to see - and power boats to have the right of way with (which is pleasantly thrilling) and seafront houses to make fun of (If I WANTED to live in something that looked like a public library, I WOULD.)



When it was time to head back (K had a pork butt smoking) R prepared the rigging for wing on wing...



And as the sun started setting, we played find the mooring.





It was a good thing we knew such a delicious dinner was waiting for us as we didn't want the sailing to end.