Just another form of crack I tell ‘ya

So, this is what we did over the weekend … we started out very near here:


No, we didn’t ride the little toot boat, we got on a small sailboat for what amounts to ‘adventurer’s crack’ – a free sail around the harbor just to see if you like sailing. No pressure, but if you do like it, then please sign here and you’re in sailing school.

Now, my upcoming weekend looks like this!

ASA 101 Class Schedule
09/01/12 ASA 101 Instruction 10:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m.
09/02/12 ASA 101 Instruction 10:00 a.m.– 4:00 p.m.
09/03/12 ASA 101 Instruction, Exam, Solo 9:00 a.m. – 5:30 p.m.

I have to read an entire manual, memorize a bunch of stuff, and get more dramamine by Friday – plus get all my work done because I won’t have any time over the weekend if things go wonky during the week.

You see that ‘solo’ bit and the ‘test’! How do I let myself get talked into these things? Ugh!

Actually, I’ve always wanted to be a certified sailor. I grew up sailing – on lakes, near coasts, in the islands, but I never really had a good idea what I was doing. It was all just fun in the sun to me. Now, we live in a place where I see sailboats from the apartment windows nearly every day. The beach is a 10-minute walk away and there are always paddle-boarders, kayakers, and the like cruising along the beaches.

I never in a million years thought this would be the turn of events my life would take.

But, when in Rome and all that … we’re enrolled in American Sailing Association school over Labor Day weekend. It will be fun – a bit of a mad dash, I think, but still it should be fun too.

No, I don’t think the I’ll be changing the name of the fourteenergirl site – too many people know how to find me this way and so this fourteenergirl will also soon be a sailor girl. I’ll try to come back with loads of pictures if I can.

On the bright side …. Don’t you love this red bicycle?

Red bicycle on the dock

Oh, and in case you wondered how Max got through last week with Dad gone? He slept all over Dad’s clean laundry – completely mashing it into the carpet in so many ways.

Max misses Dad

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A mother, sister, wife, and daughter who writes, knits, hikes, and practices yoga on the west coast. Loves a zippy chardonnay or a tart margarita!

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