Relaxing, that is.
I've spent most of the day sailing around Fishers Island Sound with no goal or objective other than to enjoy the caressing, intoxicating air that only the last warm days of a New England fall can produce.
There were times this morning when the engine was off and the knot log read under three knots. That's almost as unusual on Strider as having the engine off and the speed reading over 12 knots.
I did run the engine long enough to nip in and see one of my research vessels. The wind then came up for a wonderful reach across to Fisher's Island.
Everyone is out for a last weekend of boating and SeaTow and TowboatUS can't keep up. There's been more drama on the VHF then you can usually find on cable.
I heard a cell phone ring to windward and looked around to see the boat that had been sailing next to me pointed right at my beam with the skipper punching the keypad. I jumped up but he remembered where he was and what he was doing before I had to yell. It's happening on the water now.
I've spent most of the day sailing around Fishers Island Sound with no goal or objective other than to enjoy the caressing, intoxicating air that only the last warm days of a New England fall can produce.
There were times this morning when the engine was off and the knot log read under three knots. That's almost as unusual on Strider as having the engine off and the speed reading over 12 knots.

I did run the engine long enough to nip in and see one of my research vessels. The wind then came up for a wonderful reach across to Fisher's Island.
Everyone is out for a last weekend of boating and SeaTow and TowboatUS can't keep up. There's been more drama on the VHF then you can usually find on cable.
I heard a cell phone ring to windward and looked around to see the boat that had been sailing next to me pointed right at my beam with the skipper punching the keypad. I jumped up but he remembered where he was and what he was doing before I had to yell. It's happening on the water now.
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