Remember when you were a little kid and there was something so intriguing it dared you to break house rules to keep going? And when mom said “no”, that lack of permission made you want it even more. Then despite numerous pleadings of “oh mom, just one more time!”, your whining got you nothing.
My attempts to barter with Mother Nature over the past few months for good sailing weather, just like when I tried to persuade mom to let me stay outside and play in the dead of winter, have been in vain. And Lady Luck, well, she’s also been unrelenting in keeping me from finding new sailing friends as old ones moved out of my life.
So it’s been, until yesterday.
When Mom Nature granted Friday’s weather reprieve and with acquiescence of our significant others, my new SeaKnots friend Larry Wilson and I, like two little kids, were on our favorite playground by 10AM. With a projected high of 74 and winds at 15 knots, we were given a “just one more time”.
Grinning like a young boy who just stole first base, Larry shut down the engine then looked at me and simply said, “we’re sailing”! So with nowhere special to go, we played on the Rappahannock Playground. Tacking a little, cruising more and laughing a lot, with childlike innocence we enjoyed six precious hours of sailing. "Perfect" can't even begin to describe those nineteen miles we shared.
It doesn’t take much to humor a little tike. Maybe a ball and bat; possibly a shiny new bike. Or perhaps, for the kid in all of us, some weather, wind, water and a sailboat. That’s not too much to ask, is it? Works for me.