(Cabo travelogue is being interrupted for very important boat update. regularly scheduled travel hijinks will resume shortly.)
So today, I helped my husband raise his mast...(insert dirty joke here...)
(okay, are you through?)
(Fine, just one more...)
|seriously, maybe if the US drug companies more sandwich boards to advertise our drugs would be cheaper too. plus, I had to use this pic somewhere...and how else could I add 'super viagra' to the search words?|
The REAL mast – 22.5 feet of hand lathed Douglas fir – just like the Christmas Trees, only bigger. Sounds like a minor feet to those that sail however, this is our hand-made sail boat and Rob likes to point out that the plans are sometimes more of just suggestions. However, we hoisted that puppy up with the aid of a climbing rope and a rubber mallet.
He adjusted the stays – fore-stay and ...stays.... and then it was time to test my handiwork. The jib was attached and hoisted unceremoniously to the top. And, it held together! It even flapped a little before filling with air, just as it should!
|note the tiny emblem in the tack corner -SailRite- (ahem, unpaid advertisement...ahem, made it myself...)|
For a brief moment we both stood back and admired the site of our boat, standing majestically in our gravel driveway on the Coast of Illinois. I can speak only for myself, but for a moment I am sure we felt the warm breezes of the Caribbean tacking along with the thirty degree February afternoon.
|Okay, not very Caribbean but I was in Mexico when this was taken.*|
*Awesome sailing photo of me is by my traveling amiga and friend Mel Somerick, anesthetist and photographer extraordinaire. It had to be added as a way for me to remind everyone to check back soon for more on our adventures in Cabo! or Locked Up Abroad, St Louis edition!