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.

Who would have thought . . . ?

. . . that after 4 months, 10 tons of epoxy, 3 dutchmen and a million mistakes, Jeff Brown would be in the water and sailing?  But thanks to Paul we did it, and I confess that now I want to go out all the time.  Which I know I can't.  Other people will sail Jeffie.  But in a way he will always be a little bit mine.