The Windmill!
Yeah for the Windmills!!! Our first was a 14. Of all the boats we grew up with, that one was my favourite. My father grew up sailing - his family owned an 80' Cheoy Lee, and the lovely Gwendelynne built by commission in Main. Those boats were gone by the time we came to be, but my father realized that our education had been sadly lacking as we had not learned to sail. He bought the Windmill from someone transferring out, and we WOULD learn to sail it - if it killed us all. Three years we sailed and raced that reprobate, all over the Chesepeake. Dad and I were the hellions of the Penguin League. Part of my job as "bowman" was to call out floating, dead, frozen fish - we had hit two the first season, one nearly punched all the way through the Windmill's hull!We left the Windmill in Annapolis when we were transferred to San Diego. I was devestated. But at the Navy Sail Club in SD, there was a Windmill 16 sitting on a bouy. A little raggedy, but a Windmill nonetheless. The first day we hit the Club, I tried to check out the sails for her. No, I was told, no one sails the Windmill; it is only for capsize drills. One must complete all the (lesser) certifications (Sabot, Rainbow, Laser) before one can consider the "less stable" boats. Took me a month, sailing three days a week to complete their training. But a month later I had my cards and returned to get the sails for the Windmill. They were buried - no one had seen them for years, seriously, all they did with it was capsize it! When they did find the sails, there were no battons, no sheets. The Windmill became my summer project. I hauled her, sanded her down, painted her a respectible navy blue (not the "danger orange" she had been), sanded and varnished her mast and boom - found under the sail hut - rebuilt her winches, re-rigged her and finally got to sail her. If I had loved the 14', the 16 was ecstasy!The best part? Screaming in amongst everything moored, headed like mad rabbits for the dock, watching everyone flee for their lives, and tossing her up into the wind to lay to gracefully, broadside to, casually flipping bumpers overside, dropping main and jib as she eased into them. Cannot tell you how many times the dockmaster would just roar, tears streaming, to see this 12 year old chase everyone off the dock, driving hell-bent in the "most dangerous boat ever built" as one member described the Windmill. But then THAT guy sailed a Victory 21.