I am what real sailors disparagingly refer to as a “fair weather sailor.” I love to wade down into the lake in front of our cabin and unclip my humble “sunfish” sailboat from where it lives, protected under a heavy canvas shelter the former owner of my camp made from PVC tubes and cloth clamped to the dock (to protect his lovely Adirondack boat). I like that it’s so accessible. All I have to do is unclip the 3 bungee cords that hold it in place, pull it out, set the mast in, hoist the sail, and I’m on my way. When I’m there for a string of days, and I know it won’t rain much, I’ll leave the mast up, the sail rolled around the mast, and tie it off on my own makeshift mooring—an old lobster float tethered to a small anchor, which makes it even easier to wade out, hop on and sail away.
Loved this one Arnie. I could just picture you out there on the lake as I sit here reading on the porch.