Emily Dickerson wrote "hope is a thing with feathers" and Woody Allen's "my uncle herbie is a thing with feathers": I say our boats are things with wings. Today, after a windy Monday launch with a hairy mooring pick-up and Tuesday's boat sponge bath (funny how my capri can go from pristine to salt-encrusted in one day), today was the sail that makes it all worth while, a ten knot wind close hauled and reaching around the Miserys to Manchester then broad reaching back to Salem. A perfect three beer boat ride. I even got my mooring on the first go (unlike Monday's seven tries in 30 kt wind). With a few white caps at first, I had no jib and a tight main, outside of the harbor some jib and a looser main had my boat sprouting wings, flying to the islands. Can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.
Wooster w/wings
Wooster w/wings