Last Saturday I got to do something I’ve wanted to do for ages – go sailing.
What I didn’t know ahead of time was that it wasn’t any old day on the lake – it was RACE DAY!
Here is Mr. Almost Perfect and Boy Child while we’re tacking at the line up.
Early on we were in second place – until the jib sail ripped. Oops.
(and apologies if I got the terminology all wrong)
I wish I could have gotten some sort of picture that captured the feeling of ripping around from one direction to the other, heeling (or is it keeling) all the way over as the spray flies alongside. One minute your seat is level several feet above the water, the next you’re either almost sitting down in the water or way up in the air. I did a little rope work – and would love to learn more. Love the adrenaline rush. Love the wind and the waves and the water.