Great Scot!

We rented a Flying Scot this morning for a couple of hours.  There

was a nice southwesterly breeze blowing across the Currituck Sound

and it sure beat sweating it out on the beach.  It proved to be the

perfect boat for the six of us, with plenty of room in the nice long

open cockpit. 

  It's been four years since I've steered a boat

with a tiller, and eleven years since the boat didn't have a keel.

Man, it felt good.  Less is more, the simpler the better.

I almost suggested we practice roll-tacking, but it's hard

to get six people in synch, four of whom probably would rather

be on a motorboat.  They were good sports, though.

 The crew started to get hot and bothered and the idea of

jumping ship was being whispered amongst them.

My wife and I obliged, sailing back and forth for

around five minutes while they cooled down.

Spirits were lifted and they were refreshed for the sail home.

Definitely the highlight of the day.