Look at that. We have been re-yawled! If I hadn’t checked my bank account this morning, I’d never know the mizzen had been missing. Now that the riggers have moved on to greener pastures (or more needy mains), we are ready to go. The weather, however, has other plans; New Zealand is keeping us clasped tightly to her bosom via a never-ending series of lows passing over the north island.
|Wind, rain, and more wind|
Now, nothing says optimism like inviting guests who were sick all night the last time they came to stay. Who better to help test the new rig during a gale? Aside from the fact that we always have a good time together, the added benefit of asking my cousin to sail with us is that, should anything go wrong, I would never, never, ever hear the end of it from my family. The Papillon crew is keen on high beta manoeuvres.
We had had gale warnings all week, and so we were spiritually prepared for a weekend at anchor of drinks, snacks, and hyper children. They came. It rained. It blew. We ate pizza and drank beer. The kids made crafts and watched movies. We went to bed. Day 1 summary: good company, no sailing.
|Don’t worry – Mom loves cleaning up scraps of paper on the floor.|
But right away, Sunday looked good. Not only was it unexpectedly sunny, but everyone had kept their stomach contents where they belonged all night long. I’m not sure which was the bigger surprise.
Erik clapped his hands together. “Right! Let’s get sailing”
|I am so excited, I can barely keep up this tough-guy look.|
|A rare photo of your correspondent actually doing something sailing-related – in this case, sheeting out the main.|