Dragged her down to the water on the ICW and put the sail up. It was about sunset one night about 3 years ago. As soon as I put the sail up: the wind died. I was a sitting duck. After about 15 minutes of drifting, I shamefully rowed her back to the landing.
Until last week, I never tried sailing again. I had done it as a boy scout but really none since.
Then my family and I took a trip to Bath NC (a wonderful place by the way, shhh don't tell anybody) and I got a chance to redeem myself.
Getting her off the bulkhead wasn't easy, and she felt extremely top heavy with the mast up. But with me sitting in the floor and the daggerboard held down with bungees, she performed like a champ. Day 1 I took her almost a mile upwind. Day two I took my wife. Day three by myself again, and day four with my father-in-law on board.
It was exhilarating. Something I look forward to again! here are some pictures with the sail up.
