Sometimes you just gotta sail in the rain.
It had been nearly a week since the rain started falling. I didn’t care. I was jonesin’ to go out for a while. I asked my wife if she was interested. . . No – not really. Smart girl. I went by myself.
It wasn’t raining when I left the slip, nor when I raised sail. We jogged along for about 20 minutes, and I could see it coming across Herring Bay. It didn’t rain hard. Just a misty drizzle, but in 5 minutes everything was wet. Oh well.
Another 20 minutes and I came about in the gentle breeze. A better point of sail now, our speed increased by another knot. Sometimes more. The return trip proved shorter, of course, which was okay – I was pretty wet by then, and my desire to sail had been pretty well satisfied. I was now experiencing a desire to be dry.
Thoroughly damp, with water streaming off the side decks, we motored back through the jetty, past the restaurants and marinas to our own slip. I backed into our slip on the second pass and tied up. Gathered up an arm-load of wet stuff to dry in the house and stepped onto the pier. Yeah. . . nice afternoon. That was fun!