are sort of nuts about sailing, courtesy of our friends, the Salty Dogs. The minute they walk down the dock to the (wait, wait, just guess...) yes, the Salty Dog, the kids have their sea legs (even Nicholas). They don their life jackets, hop on the boat, hoist the pirate flag (every good sailboat has one) and know way more about the lines than I am likely capable of learning. I generally try to absorb one new boating term per trip, then celebrate with a nice glass of wine, taste the latest gourmet offerings from Chez T. and enjoy the view.
Today was no exception. Well, I may not have learned a new word, but we did manage to have an exceptional sail on what could have been a rather gloomy day. We were originally slated to depart about noon, but our family's general laziness and a bit of a storm delayed the trip. We made it out to the SD homestead and had just enough time to squeeze in a swim before we walked (yes, walked) to their marina.
Picnic baskets, wine bottle, kidlets, life jackets on and sunglasses in hand, we boarded the boat and motored out into the bay. "I drive the boat, I drive the boat!" was a popular refrain from Nicholas, though he thoughtfully let the girls take turns, too. We sailed for several hours and enjoyed a gorgeous sunset, tasty tapas paired with the perfect bottle of wine and sailed until night was truly upon us and the glittery reflection of the moon danced on the water. A perfect evening on the Bay only lacking in only one respect...maybe next summer, babe?