Our First Sail

Kept hearing from people that a blizzard could hit today, so we got a second space heater and planned to hunker down for the duration. Instead, we went sailing. Not in a blizzard – I’m not that hardcore – but on a sunny, clear, cold day on Willoughby Bay.  I wonder if that’s redundant.  Doesn’t Willoughby sound like a contraction of Willow Bay?  Willow Bay Bay.  It would make sense.  The British make fun of Americans for butchering the language, but they are worse than anyone about dropping letters, and I don’t just mean aitches.  Worstestershire sauce, anyone?  How about Norfolk? We tore the boat up some more, put things in new places that made sense to us, undid an “improvement” of the last owner, and got upset with the mess of line meant for going aloft.  James suggested that we cut the line up and use it for new jib sheets.  Once we had it cut and whipped the ends, we just had to break them in, right? It was our first sail since becoming owners several days ago.  At first, we were too buried in our stuff and the stuff left on the boat by owners of yore.  We just got ourselves more or less figured out today and, sure enough, she took us sailing! We went out into the little bay here, not out into the shipping channels or the main body of the Chesapeake Bay.  Sailing up toward, well, land, we started getting shallow soundings, but I can’t figure out for the life of me why.  Something on the keel?  We cycled through points of sail and ended up sailing slowly, wing on sagging wing, back to the marina breakwater. It was a nice easy sail, and the perfect kind for getting to know a new[…]

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