With the school year just a long weekend away, I wanted to do something to make myself feel young, footloose and free...so I went sailing.
I don't sail a boat made for men my age—oh, no.
I sail a Laser! Lasers are intended as a young man's first real racing sailboat. I bought this one 30 years ago, when I was a young man. Sailingwise, I just never grew up.
When I go out on it, the years drop away like magic and I feel 27 again.
I sailed over to my favorite secluded beach on the protected western shore and had a nice lunch.
When having lunch I tip my boat on its side to keep the rocks in the sand from scratching the bottom of the hull. It also keeps the sail quiet.
I was all alone. I enjoyed a sandwich, some bean salad, and a smoothie I made at home.
Then a visitor came to share my lunch spot with me.
After lunch, the sailing gods turned the wind up full blast—a steady 20 knots with more than 30 knot gusts. It blew me back into my launching beach. All the regular sailboats disappeared from the bay.
The only guy out there when I left at 4 PM was this windsurfer.