No dock side campfire of wannabe sailors would be complete without a rousing debate on using the wind and the sails to move the boat. NOT the engine.
The tales pile higher and deeper about sailing right up to the mooring ball, slipping off the hook like a ballet dancer or my favorite, ghosting into the marina slip on a wisp of air.
Let’s face it, the perfect wind is a rare thing. Thats why we have to learn so much about controlling the sails.
I’ll keep dreaming about that perfect wind, but until then you are most likely to hear me swear at the gust that just cost some laundry.
The tales pile higher and deeper about sailing right up to the mooring ball, slipping off the hook like a ballet dancer or my favorite, ghosting into the marina slip on a wisp of air.
Let’s face it, the perfect wind is a rare thing. Thats why we have to learn so much about controlling the sails.
I’ll keep dreaming about that perfect wind, but until then you are most likely to hear me swear at the gust that just cost some laundry.
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