What a great week.
It started innocently enough. Every year since the fifties(?) my high school has reunited in Ocean Drive Beach in South Carolina for a reunion on the first weekend in February. We have been part of this crowd (that is only open for graduates through the seventies) for the past three years. The same group (and growing) of friends from 45 years ago get together and party hearty. This year was no different. We arrived for the festivities on Thursday with plans to stay through Sunday. The stay was a great success. What a good time with great friends.
Afterwards we were going to drop by the boat, since we were only three hours away, and check on things. We were packed for an additional day, so we left Sunday morning. After dropping by to see my dad at Ocean Isle Beach, we arrived at the boat to pouring rain and wind. After running down to the boat, we spent the night listening to the rain and wind in the rigging. We checked out the boat and prepared to leave in the morning.
And then, the morning came.
It's a weather thing. When on a boat, the weather is your world. If its nice, you are outside. If not, it's reading/study time. No, we are not packed for this. But, we can stay until the medicine runs out. So we did.
We are planning (HA!!!!) to spend some time on Sea Bird in March through about June. Many things need to be done before then. We got a few accomplished, including (very important) putting the mainsail back up. This was removed for the hurricane. A sailboat is not a sailboat without sails, right? So she has her clothes again. We woke up systems that have lain dormant for too long. See what works and what doesn't. Fix what doesn't.
We didn't get it all done, but we made a dent. And enjoyed 80 degree weather in February. I may have even picked up a little sunburn. (Don't tell Billy, he would be vexed with me. But as a fellow sailor, I'm sure he would understand.)
All in all, what a glorious time we had. Even though the ride home was a little...aromatic.