Yesterday turned out to be sunny and comparatively warm after a spell of cold and/or dreary weather, so the wife and I decided to go over to Mandeville for a walk on the lakefront. Strolling along in the puffy breeze between the big oak trees, we were looking out at the lake where it was blowing a good 15 knots and there were a handful of sailboats out.
As we approached the eastern end of the seawall where the mouth of Bayou Castine forms the harbor entrance, we could see one of the boats rolling up her jib as they were coming in. The boat was looking more familiar as it got closer, beam reaching up the bayou under main alone, going like a freight train. Sure enough, it turned out to be the last boat we had owned, a Pearson 32. The skipper and his girlfriend wheeled the boat around and dropped the main, and we helped them tie up at the visitors dock where they planned to spend the night after crossing over the lake from New Orleans. We had a nice chitchat while they got the boat settled, then started our walk back.
We didn't get far when another familiar-looking boat headed in, which of all things was our boat previous to the last one, a Pearson 26 One-Design. We waved and hollered to the skipper as he cruised past heading for his slip up the bayou, and he recognized us, waved back and told us how much he had enjoyed his sail.
So when you wind up selling your baby, it sure is nice to see it go to a good home where it gets used and loved, and not left to sit and rot at the dock. It's also nice to be able to stay on good terms with the new owners and hear about what a great boat they ended up with, and how much they love sailing it.
As we approached the eastern end of the seawall where the mouth of Bayou Castine forms the harbor entrance, we could see one of the boats rolling up her jib as they were coming in. The boat was looking more familiar as it got closer, beam reaching up the bayou under main alone, going like a freight train. Sure enough, it turned out to be the last boat we had owned, a Pearson 32. The skipper and his girlfriend wheeled the boat around and dropped the main, and we helped them tie up at the visitors dock where they planned to spend the night after crossing over the lake from New Orleans. We had a nice chitchat while they got the boat settled, then started our walk back.
We didn't get far when another familiar-looking boat headed in, which of all things was our boat previous to the last one, a Pearson 26 One-Design. We waved and hollered to the skipper as he cruised past heading for his slip up the bayou, and he recognized us, waved back and told us how much he had enjoyed his sail.
So when you wind up selling your baby, it sure is nice to see it go to a good home where it gets used and loved, and not left to sit and rot at the dock. It's also nice to be able to stay on good terms with the new owners and hear about what a great boat they ended up with, and how much they love sailing it.