The Open Casket
(Image: A Dart 18 catamaran, with it’s mast on the deck. Marc is in the foreground, and Seth and Dan are standing behind him, ready to raise the mast.)
Second, I had a great sail with Seth – I always have a great sail with Seth – he’s well cool, and up for anything. For some reason, although he has his own catamaran, this must be the third time in as many months that he’s sailed with me in heavy weather.
Third, my dear husband rigged up his Hobie and launched solo – even tho he knew Seth was leaving. AT first I was a little upset, but then I went out solo too, and it was GREAT!!! It was a BLAST!!! I love sailing solo anyway. I’m becoming a bit of a loner in my old age. I like my own company. But today, my own company with the sea lit up with the sun’s reflection was spectacular. I love it. And for ages, my boat was up on one hull. I though I was going to tip a few times, but she seems to be much more stable without crew on her. And of course, she lifts more without crew too.
Sadly, I haven’t got any photos. AT one stage, I went to retrieve my camera to take a photo of Marc flying, and thought I’d pass him the camera to shoot me. I’ve always longed for a photo of me single handed trapezing. But it wasn’t to be. It turns out the Pelican Box had died, taking with it my camera AND phone.
(Image: A pink digital camera and a cheap mobile phone – both with their innards torn out, in a pink Pelican Box – their coffin.)
Never mind, it was a fantastic sail, so I guess it was worth it!!!