Summer of '63
We were in southern Germany on an R&R break from my dad's Navy duty in Iceland. I paid 25 cents to check out a beat-up 14' wooden catboat at Lake Eibsee. It took me about an hour to figure out that distance sailed to leeward must be made up sooner or later, and that a shallow keeled cat-rigged boat was not the ideal vessel for doing it. The problem solving that ensued was what hooked me, and some years later I built a wooden planing-hull 16' daggerboard sloop. She earned her name ("Flipper" - painted upside down on the transom) the first day out. Just started semi-serious racing last year at age 58, and Mike is right, it is wonderful not to be able to sleep the night before a race in the excited anticipation of something that is so much fun. Blows the cholestrol out, too.
We were in southern Germany on an R&R break from my dad's Navy duty in Iceland. I paid 25 cents to check out a beat-up 14' wooden catboat at Lake Eibsee. It took me about an hour to figure out that distance sailed to leeward must be made up sooner or later, and that a shallow keeled cat-rigged boat was not the ideal vessel for doing it. The problem solving that ensued was what hooked me, and some years later I built a wooden planing-hull 16' daggerboard sloop. She earned her name ("Flipper" - painted upside down on the transom) the first day out. Just started semi-serious racing last year at age 58, and Mike is right, it is wonderful not to be able to sleep the night before a race in the excited anticipation of something that is so much fun. Blows the cholestrol out, too.