Dave Hussey
Member III
It doesn't get any better than this. There was a fresh breeze from the south west, and the flag on the staff was fluttering...I fired up the diesel, cast off the lines, and headed out into the sound...no deadline, no expectations, no worries. Once clear of Lyle pont, I headed into the breeze, hoisted the main, unrolled the genny, trimmed the sheets, and killed the engine. Steering with one leg on the tiller, enjoying the sun, the silence, and getting 3 knots for free. It does't get any better than this.