Yesterday afternoon Deb backed Nomad gently out of her slip and turned for the lake. I scrambled around the decks securing lines and getting ready to hoist and set sails. Though the winds were light we decided to go with the working jib instead of the drifter, keeping the speed down. With the engine secured Nomad ambled off across the lake with barely a heel, making maybe 3 knots. A little while later we tacked and made for the dock to insure we got back in time for the Tapas on the Dock party.
Totally routine, right? Even a little dull maybe. So what was so special about it? The crew, which consisted of two of my daughters and both of my grand daughters. For the first time Nomad set sail with grand babies on board. Catherine and Mary decided their favorite perch was standing at the aft rail. The cockpit was the perfect depth to give them a secure place to stand and gaze out over Nomad's slight wake. Mary discovered that the swim ladder could be pushed back and forth against its restraining cable, making a most satisfying "thunking" noise. Catherine also found that the big chrome wheel was fun to hang onto, helming the boat (with a little help from Deema).
Making for a short but oh-so-special sail.
2 comments:
Another generation corrupted by the lure of the sea. Good for you. We can't wait for the same day.
Well, the lure of the lake anyway. Someday we hope to have them with us on the ocean, but that will be a few years yet.
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