My first attempt at skippering our 13 foot wooden yawl was a disaster. The wind on Pamlico Sound in the Outer Banks of North Carolina was stiff when I took the tiller and the main sheet (the line that trims the mainsail). When the wind is blowing and the boat is tipping, things happen fast. … Continue reading Sailing (and life) lesson: know where you want to go.
I’m in the Atlanta airport again. I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time passing through here lately. This time I’m on my way home from a vacation with my girlfriends in Jamaica. Between being on the Caribbean, reading my sailing primer, and knowing we have a boat at home, I feel the tug … Continue reading Headed home
My sailing education began Saturday night, on the boat, on the lake, as I asked my husband, “What’s that called? Why are you doing that? Where does this go? How do you know to do that?” And endless other questions. As a word lover, I am giddy about the new terminology I get to learn … Continue reading Here we go, yawl
We had a steady breeze last night and took our new-to-us sailboat to nearby Claytor Lake so my husband could take me for a sail. He and the kids took the boat for our family’s maiden voyage while I was in Vienna, and I’ve been eagerly waiting for my chance to go since I returned … Continue reading My first sail