Set Sail

Melinda is quite an accomplished sailor.  In fact, she’s the reigning National Champion in Tasars (14-foot sailing vessels originally designed for male/female or parent/child crews).

Yesterday, she had a race at her local club, so she invited me to tag along.  I jumped aboard the rescue boat (although — let’s be honest — if anyone needed saving, it certainly wasn’t going to be me who was doing it).

It rained during the morning, but the sun came out just in time for the club to run three races in the afternoon.

Bruce (a legitimate rescuer) and I tooled around in our small craft, setting up course markers and keeping an eye on the action.  While the racers did the real work, we watched yachts pass through the harbor and ate KitKats.  Bruce even let me drive the boat for awhile.  It was VERY strenuous.