Getting a lot of sailing in this week, took a crew to Sam’s yesterday for lunch in Tiberon. Somehow I joined the cruising crew every other Friday and just found out yesterday it’s a retired crew, most along for the ride. My morning shift at the golf course was all retired too (because really, that’s who has time to play golf). I loved those guys, they were great to me.
The hardest part of that is docking with limited help. I can dock on my slip without a problem, it’s the currents and winds everywhere else that makes it hard (impossible) for me to do it myself. I anticipated it to be a problem beforehand, one of the other Friday cruise out captains drove there and was at the dock at the same time to help.
Luckily, I’m pretty used to having a crew of non-sailors. I still put people to work, just make it easy by jamming over with no tacks or gybes…and jam we did!! It was 25 knot winds, I had to reef right away. On the way back I just pull the jib and go downwind with no gybes to the marina.
It’s a big responsibility taking people out, I’m coming pretty close to getting a captains license and wonder if I want to do that and assume that responsibility with paid passengers? For now, I’ve been enjoying these cruises. It’s challenging, I also know one day I’m going to be a passenger unable to help and I hope someone lets me ride along sailing. I’ve already had that happen with my back before I bought my boat, I signed up for a crew list and said I was a passenger only.
Today I’m taking my boat out as the committee/party boat for a windsurfing regatta in Berkeley, that’ll be fun! I can just kick back after we anchor, I love that. Spend the night on the boat and head out for a father’s day sail tomorrow.
It’s weird, I’m kind of a “tween” again. Not a kid, not an adult. I’m starting that passage into old age, what’s it going to look like? Trying my best to stay in shape, I know one day I might have to give up the things I love. I know what it’s like to have my legs give out from under me, or not be able to physically help out.
Until then, I’ll just keep plugging along. I’ve been listening to country music lately, these lyrics I’m listening to sum things up nicely:
We’ve got a long long way to go
Scared to live, scared to die
We ain’t perfect but we try
Always give love the upper hand
Paint a wall, learn to dance
Call your mom, buy a boat
Drink a beer, sing a song
Make a friend, can’t we all get along