THIS is what I signed up for: It’s 9:00, and I’m relaxing in the cockpit in shorts and a tank-top, a fuzzy blanket throw across my lap to ward off the cool breeze, watching the cat stalk along the deck under a moon made fuzzy by the high clouds moving in and listening to the spring peepers. I’ve just finished a delicious and healthy dinner and am sipping a gin and tonic (to cancel out the healthiness of the dinner, of course) after a long day of work on the boat on a sunny, warm late spring day.
The perfection of the day is just the cherry on top of the sundae of the past weekend, though, when we motored down to Harness Creek on Saturday and anchored out with our friend Kristin, and sailed back in unexpected sun and 15 knots of wind on Sunday.
Lots of firsts this past few days: anchoring the boat, trying to find a spot in a crowded creek, actually taking the boat somewhere else and anchoring it, commuting by dinghy, sailing the boat with all three sails at once, actually going somewhere under sail, motoring for hours without overheating (much) . . .
And now there are ducks mating just off the port stern, flopping about and making a heckuva lot of noise 10 feet from my seat. That’s another first.