After two weeks of rest I couldn’t resist the nice weather. 6pm, sunny 80F, W wind 6kts gusting to 12. They were just replacing the yellow flag with green. As I was opening my locker I heard calls on the PA system, first for crew for a Sonar, then for informal instruction. I took the time I needed to get ready then walked to the dockhouse. “Sonia! What are you doing?” It was Fan, who I met just once earlier this year in women’s racing. “Um, I don’t know, I just got here…” “Would you sail with me on a Sonar?” Oh this was perfect. I had been apprehensive about doing too much work. Sitting on a Sonar should be easy. Fan had just completed the keelboat class over the weekend and was eager to practice.
So, it should have been easy. That was my plan. But I can’t resist hand trimming the jib, especially when it’s gusty. Then there was a Merc run aground on the Boston side where there’s poor visibility from the dockhouse. No launch seemed to be coming. I said we should lower our sail half way. In contrast to the little Mercury against the shore, we would be highly visible. It would be work though. We sailed to mid river. I looked one last time and there was still no launch. Sail down half way. Launch coming right away. Sail back up. More sailing. Mooring at 7:30.
One thing I left in my locker was my gloves. It was just green flag but my hands are so sore.