So here I go... I'm in and J shoves me off... I manage to miss the branches of the sail eating tree near the boathouse... the sail luffs a bit, I catch the breeze and I'm sailing! Oh, it's all coming back now... I find the tension between rudder and sail and know the power of control... intermittently. Aware that I don't want to get too far downwind this first time out, I enjoy the sensation for just a bit, then cut the rudder sharply and swing around. The boom knocks my straw hat off, I let go of 'something', make a successful grab and have my hat back, then reach behind me for the rudder. But wait... oh, please wait! Cramp in my upper leg! Oh, Lord! There... I get a good repositioning, all is okay and I sail back into the cove feeling proud.
One small hurdle yet... gotta get out of this slippery tub! Don't look, J, and promise you won't laugh! Getting up off the floor in a graceful manner is not my strong suite... but I'm up, my butt is planted firmly on the retaining wall again... I did it! Next time I'll actually go somewhere...
Of course I forgot to take my camera to record this historic event so you'll have to take my word for it and rely on this old photo from years ago. I remember the fun of sailing slowly by the back yards of homes, taking gardening notes and being openly nosy. A summer breeze from the south allows good cruising to the north end of our lake... then you'd better allow for plenty of tacking time to get back home.
So glad we took time out from the sawdusty house (still a work in progress) to have a good time. Gotta do that more often! (There's a connection to artistic endeavors here... gotta take time out to enjoy what you've been producing or it loses it's meaning! Gonna do more of that, too!)