(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...)
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.
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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!
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