Squalls

The forcast predicted several light showers in the morning and 5-10mph winds, so it sounded like a tame sailing day to us.

5-10mph my ass.

We had several squalls come through. I suspect the winds were more like 15-20 with gusts up to 25, maybe 30. We were flying. Bill had a smile on his face that nothing could remove. I kept looking at him and laughing. He was having a blast.

I sent the little ones down below, just to be on the safe side.

We all worked so great together. We sailed through the first 3 squalls, but the wind kept building and building, and I decided enough was enough and told Bill “It is not going to clear like you keep saying. It is time to go in while we can.” He agreed. I took the jib down, then Bill and I hauled the mainsail down while Cory took the helm. It felt wonderful moving so fast pulling those sails down in the heavy air. God, I want to race again!! (did I just say that?)

We had read that this boat can get overpowered in heavy air due to the huge mainsail, but she handled perfectly. My husband was in ecstasy. Pure, adrenaline filled ecstasy.

Fun, fun, fun!!!

It is on days like this that I know I can talk him into going cruising for a year…or two. He keeps shaking his head and saying “Your crazy”, but you know what? I can see it in his eyes too…..

Crazy is as crazy does.