I fully admit that my family and I don't really sail with a plan. By that I mean when we plan to head out sailing all we know is we are going sailing for approx XX days and may perhaps have a general coastal vicinity in mind but no more. Other than that we usually have no clue where we are headed. Apparently many of our friends don't cruise this way, perhaps 2/3 of them, and some can't fathom how we do what we do.
Last Tuesday evening friends wanted to plan vacation in order to meet up with us on our cruise. When they began asking questions like "Where will you guys be on Monday.". My wife would say "No idea, probably somewhere in Penobscot Bay". It went on for about ten minutes when my wife's friend became really outwardly frustrated. "How do you guys go sailing for 12 days and not know where you'll be?". To which my wife replied "How do you know where the wind will be three months out?".. I just laughed....
When we left the mooring the other day, a late start of about noon, all we knew was we'd come back Sunday or Monday (still on the boat now so apparently it's Monday). As we left the mooring the wind was good for Harpswell and my wife and I just kind of said "Harpswell Sound?". So there we are a few hours later almost to Small Point which is well beyond Harpswell Sound. The sailing was perfect so we just kept going, it's why we own a sail boat. Here in Maine you motor a lot, so when the wind is ripe we take a big bite....
Nearing Small Point my wife looked at me and said "Sebasco Harbor?". The wind was still good so I just shrugged a "perhaps" sort of look. An hour later, wind still excellent, and we were approaching Seguin Island, well beyond Sebasco, and my wife said "What about Five Islands?". Again I gave her the "perhaps" shrug and we kept on sailing. As evening was approaching we were nearing Damariscove Island. My wife looked at me and said "Damariscove?". This time I grabbed the binocs and counted four masts in a two-boat cove, "Nope, not Damariscove.".
I fell off a bit and we headed up towards Squirrel Island and we wound up in Boothbay. This morning we ran into some friends who were shocked we were there. They planned their trip months ago, reserved a mooring and took two days to get there. When they heard we'd left at noon with no plan to even go to Boothbay they were quite stumped, especially seeing as we had a spot in the inner harbor right next to them...
We love the spontaneous nature of sailing without any hard plan but realize some are really out of sorts without a full blown itinerary...
Are you a planner with a set firm destination, or do you roll with the wind & a whim?
Last Tuesday evening friends wanted to plan vacation in order to meet up with us on our cruise. When they began asking questions like "Where will you guys be on Monday.". My wife would say "No idea, probably somewhere in Penobscot Bay". It went on for about ten minutes when my wife's friend became really outwardly frustrated. "How do you guys go sailing for 12 days and not know where you'll be?". To which my wife replied "How do you know where the wind will be three months out?".. I just laughed....
When we left the mooring the other day, a late start of about noon, all we knew was we'd come back Sunday or Monday (still on the boat now so apparently it's Monday). As we left the mooring the wind was good for Harpswell and my wife and I just kind of said "Harpswell Sound?". So there we are a few hours later almost to Small Point which is well beyond Harpswell Sound. The sailing was perfect so we just kept going, it's why we own a sail boat. Here in Maine you motor a lot, so when the wind is ripe we take a big bite....
Nearing Small Point my wife looked at me and said "Sebasco Harbor?". The wind was still good so I just shrugged a "perhaps" sort of look. An hour later, wind still excellent, and we were approaching Seguin Island, well beyond Sebasco, and my wife said "What about Five Islands?". Again I gave her the "perhaps" shrug and we kept on sailing. As evening was approaching we were nearing Damariscove Island. My wife looked at me and said "Damariscove?". This time I grabbed the binocs and counted four masts in a two-boat cove, "Nope, not Damariscove.".
I fell off a bit and we headed up towards Squirrel Island and we wound up in Boothbay. This morning we ran into some friends who were shocked we were there. They planned their trip months ago, reserved a mooring and took two days to get there. When they heard we'd left at noon with no plan to even go to Boothbay they were quite stumped, especially seeing as we had a spot in the inner harbor right next to them...
We love the spontaneous nature of sailing without any hard plan but realize some are really out of sorts without a full blown itinerary...
Are you a planner with a set firm destination, or do you roll with the wind & a whim?