Sunday cruises

Although we basically live with our bosses, our jobs inherently come with a lot of autonomy. We dictate when we start and finish, what tasks take priority, and when we spend time in the field. Coming from an hourly position, this is something to get used to.

To keep us from working seven days a week (and to keep the growth off the bottom of our poor boat) we have instituted a Sunday Sail. We take at least part of every Sunday off from work and go sailing. Or if it's really crummy, we go motoring, drop the anchor, and goof off. We have even been able to cajole a few new friends into joining us on these sails.

The first time we went, Alex, the bar manager at Shearwater, set up a wetbar in our cockpit and made martinis all afternoon, while simultaneously entertaining us on his guitar. 

The next week, Alex couldn't go but Jaime and Pete, who own a Contessa 26 (sailboat, 26', also dark blue hull), met us in an inlet where we dropped the hook and rafted up (they tied their boat to ours). We didn't sail, because it was POURING down rain, but we donned our rain gear and went for a kayak anyway. I have discovered a very useful fact living in the northwest: there is only so wet you can get. Once you are saturated, there is nothing left to do but ignore the water dripping into your eyes and down your sleeves and through your socks and just have fun!

 

 That's Jaime

 

 It was still so beautiful, despite the painfully large raindrops.

The next Sunday sail was the opposite. We still didn't get any sailing done because it was very calm, but that was OK because the sun was out and it was warm! 

 

 Just look at the difference :)

The boys (John and Pete) went fishing, but came back empty handed, 

 

so I went out to show them how it was done, and came back with a salmon (by the time we got back to the boat and my camera, the salmon was not in a picture-worthy state...)

And the lesson is: rain or shine, take a day off!