I should not have gone out sailing this morning. It was so calm. Not a hint of a breeze, not even a suspicion that a zephyr might ruffle the still water. But I went anyway.
I left the basin with the mizzen already raised, main and jib up once I crossed the shipping channel to Craford Bay. And there I found the lightest of breezes. Not enough to tighten the lines, but just enough that SPARTINA could make way at a half not or so. It was just after sunrise, the summer heat not yet bearing down on the river. How nice. I spent two hours sailing back and forth among the five sailboats anchored there, said hello to a paddle boarder out for her morning paddle, then made my way over to the park on the Norfolk side of the water.
I sailed all three days of the holiday weekend, and the river almost felt normal. The Schooner Virginia was flying her signal flags and the battleship Wisconsin nearby opened for tours for the first time in months.
Sail Nauticus had their boats out. Some of the Harbor 20s had family on board and no masks were worn. Other boats, non-family members on board, wore masks.
Even some cruisers passing through, including this sailor named Jack with sturdy looking NAJA 30 foot plywood kit boat FLEETWOOD. You can read about his circumnavigation here.
The tour boats were out, crew members waving as they wore their masks.
I tied up for lunch on Friday and had to go back because I had forgotten to get my mask out of my PPE kit (since when did I have a PPE kit on board?).
It felt good to day sail on the Elizabeth River. It felt almost normal. Not quite. Almost.