Sailing was in doubt yesterday morning. I made the drive south along the old Dismal Swamp Canal, the water in the ditches covered with a layer of ice. 32° when I got to the ramp in Elizabeth City, a stronger-than-forecast wind blowing out of the NE. I had made the drive so might as well give it a shot. I am glad I did. (The cold inspired a quick rigging of SPARTINA, rushing to get the knots tied before my fingers became stiff.)
I of course wore the mango suit along with good quality thermals and a wool sweater. The puppy drum-patterned buff kept my ears warm.
The wind fell off about noon, then returned 20 minutes later out of the SE. Perfect for a sail back to the dock, tacking our way back and forth across the Pasquotank River. It was late afternoon before I hauled out.
Why is it the days when I almost don't go sailing turn out to be the best days on the water?