Getting the hang of it . . .

Paul and I were trailed by papparazzi today, including my cousin John, who took the photos, while his son Chris tried to keep up with us in the Whaler. :)

 I'm kind of starting to like this, although the physics of wind still eludes me. Going upwind to catch a breeze . . . somehow seems wrong.  Thank goodness for the little red-yarn telltales I tied to the shrouds. And why "head off" means "pick up speed" I have no clue.  Paul says I think too much.  Probably.

Jeffie is really a pretty boat, isn't it? Uncle Jack was a genius.