"You're really going sailing today?" That was the voice of my wife, the Pilgrim, as we were on our morning walk yesterday. It may well have been the voice of reason too. A hard frost on the lawns and rooftops, temperature right at freezing.
I hesitated when I got the ramp in Elizabeth City. The temperature had barely climbed to 35°, a slight overcast and not a breath of wind. But I was down there and wanted to sail. I decided to give it a try. The light breeze arrived just as I backed SPARTINA down to the water. Wearing thermals, a heavy wool sweater and the mango drysuit we pushed away from the dock for a wonderful sail.
The breeze was at six or eight mph most of the day, sometimes creeping up to 10. The overcast came and went, the sun peeking through at noon. Early afternoon I began to head in but the breeze was so good I stayed on the water for another hour. It was a wonderful winter day on the water.