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For some reason, we don't get a lot of sailing stories, so here is a short one:
Went out with the kids and my wife's father for a sail. The day was abolutely perfect, 10-15 knots NE wind, with temps in the low 80's. Unheard of in Texas this late in June! We sailed on one tack to our swimming hole, the kids and I swam and played, we ate, and sailed back on one tack. My father-in-law steered, and I got to sit on the bow with 7 year old Noah and we talked about airplanes, fish, boat types and picked out cloud shapes.
Man, my kids and my Catalina 25! When they go well together, it is great! When they do not, we are making memories for later!
Frank, Some of my fondest memories are of those spent sailing, heck doing anything, with my dad. Just wish he could be around to see my two boys, be thankfull you have your father inlaw to share it with you too.
Hey Matt, Next time you are out on the lake check out the clouds. The one that looks like a smiley face<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle> is your Dad!!!
Ed Montague on 'Yahoo' 1978 #765 SK, Stnd, Dinette ~_/)~
My Dad was a barnstorming pilot in the '20's, '30's and 40's. Flew with the likes of Sykorsky--Rickenbacker--Bennet--Edwards and some names that excape me for the moment and probably are as low key as my pop's--but he's with me every day that I sail--there's always byplane flying overhead on the Great South Bay an I know who's piloting it. I must seem the total fool talking to every plane overhead but I don't give two hoots what folks think--It's my DAD, DAGNABIT.
How about this one: Yes, I spent fathers day flat on my back, under the boat, doing final sanding. My grandson came out to say hi to me. I was covered head-to-toe with gray dust and wearing a mask. He screamed <img src=icon_smile_shock.gif border=0 align=middle> and ran back to the house crying while I nearly choked on the dust, laughing.
When my wife asked what I wanted for Father's Day, she suggested some garbage from Closet World. I said I wanted nothing material except an extended weekend sailing trip with my family.
The end result is that my garage is still a complete mess, but I have <u>great</u> memories from my trip with my wife and two young daughters to Two Harbors, Catalina Island.
I got to sail on Father's Day, too. I had to sail back to my old marina in St Marys, GA. We had good wind, although a little shifty. Once we got out into the sound the currents got a little confusing. It made it a little difficult to keep course. We were running downwind and I think the current was pushing a little, too. The admiral kept the helm wonderfully, but as soon as I relieved her for a head call, our track became zig-zagged. When she came back to take over, I said something about it, but she said she hadn't had any trouble.<img src=icon_smile_blackeye.gif border=0 align=middle> I guess I'll stick to trimming the sails and navigating.
We took some friends who had never been sailing before, and they had fun, but thought sailing looked like too much work. I explained that the act of sailing is the best part and gave them a little time on the tiller. Maybe we'll give them some sail trimming duty next time. <img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b2d839b3127cce9e36f5c9a50b0000003410" border=0>
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