We keep squeaking out sailing days – glorious, sun-shiny, breezy sailing days – in the short day-lit hours of late autumn. Typically we sail in the afternoon when the sun begins to cast that golden-yellow hue that colors the world brilliantly. We bundle up to shoulder off cold and wind as the need requires, hoping that our first tack is with our backs in full sun to soak up as much radiant energy as the sun can give. Our range into the bay is about 5 miles before we come about onto our reciprocal heading for a return to the marina.
As on most sailing days, Ruth brought her sketch book. On this day she dashed off a line drawing of me at the helm.
My wife is a gracious soul – she drew me thinner than I really am!
About an hour into our sail and we’re getting chilled. Time to come about and head for the harbor. The late-day sun makes everything glow, the shadows accentuating the contrast of light and dark. We turn up our collars against the wind’s new angle and forge back across the chop, back the way we came.
And we’re not alone out here. Several other sailors appreciate the incredible weather and brisk breezes.