I would be remiss if I didn’t introduce you to the boathouse cat. As you can see, he leads a very difficult life.
Today was our last day. We learned all about magnetic north vs true north, plotted hypothetical courses, and I got to whip the end of a rope to keep it from fraying – which is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.
There was puttering in multiple boats, there was a perilous voyage into lobsterpot forests and becalmed seas, and then we got to putter in a harbor now teeming with gorgeous wooden boats that arrived for the Eggemoggin Reach Regatta.
Then we had a lobster bake and I got to meet my classmates’ significant people and charming offspring, and then we hugged and said our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. Which I really do think (and hope) we will.
There’s such potential for unhealthy gender dynamics in sailing, which is why I very specifically chose the advanced class for women. We all came for different reasons, to conquer different personal mountains, and I am proud to report: We did it.