Here are some pictures of our sail on Ocean Planet, so you'll get a sense of the boat that I wrote about the other day, and a glimpse of what it's like sailing around here. (It was a light air day -- we often get more breeze than this, and of course you can't really see the islands or the shore or the birds or the seals or the lobster pots that make it so scenic and wonderful around here, and you can't smell the great salty air.)
Today a surveyor is coming to look at our mast, sent by the insurance company. I got a quote for the price of a new mast and it is jaw-dropping. I will report when I know more about what will happen, and what our options are. (Because it will be your mast, too.) In the meantime, my dad, who owns an Etchells that he's been too busy to put in the water, has offered the H.O.T. girls his rig until we sort out ours. Hooray! Another Etchells fleet member whose boat is not in the water offered, too. We have such a great fleet. So I've been trying to find a tow vehicle and coordinate the logistics of fetching his mast and getting it to our boat so we can step it and set it up this weekend. Haven't figured it out yet but am optimistic.
And I'm looking forward to a trip up to Islesboro, in Penobscot Bay, next week, for three or four days of sailing a J/100 by day and sleeping in a cottage on an island by night. I offered my registration in the 10K road race to Neighbor, and we've been running this week to get her ready for it. I'd much rather sail than run. Although I had breakfast the other day with a woman who had just completed the Ironman at Lake Placid, and it sort of made me feel like a lazy oaf. I'd like to step up the intensity of my own workouts, and get to a place where I truly feel like an athlete.