After spending day being up in Bayfield to launch Kestrel, yesterday we had had an amazing 6 hour sail on BlueJ. With friends and crew aboard, we ran thought every spinnaker we had on board (and that's saying A LOT) in the 14 knots breeze. We had a great lunch on the water, drank some good beer. Laughed and learned as a team. It was a freaking magical time.
Then I got home and found out that a dear friend and ace bowman on a competitors boat (an International 50) had died. An awesome guy and sailor, doing bow on a I50 is pure rock-star stuff. But literally hours after we left town, while walking back to his boat that evening somehow he ended up in the waters of Lake Superior. They found him in the morning. We're all stunned and shaken to the core.
The water isn't kind. The water isn't cruel. Its just water. Be careful out there always.
Then I got home and found out that a dear friend and ace bowman on a competitors boat (an International 50) had died. An awesome guy and sailor, doing bow on a I50 is pure rock-star stuff. But literally hours after we left town, while walking back to his boat that evening somehow he ended up in the waters of Lake Superior. They found him in the morning. We're all stunned and shaken to the core.
The water isn't kind. The water isn't cruel. Its just water. Be careful out there always.