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So what happened to 2012 and how is 2013 going?

After creating posts regularly for two and a half years, I seemed to stall out somehow around mid-year of 2012.  I still cycled, I still sailed and I sure as heck survived so … well it is pretty simple.  I fell into the habit of just posting stuff on Facebook rather than going to the trouble of writing a blog post. 

For a variety of reasons, I made no great new rides in 2012, but I rode my favorite routes around the Llano and Burnet County areas adding in adventures into San Saba, Blanco, Gillespie and Kendall Counties.  All of this took place on familiar routes.   After going to Shreveport for the Holiday in Dixie Regatta in early May, most of my sailing was of the much more important variety.  The high point was when our 6 year old granddaughter asked if she could sail the Minifish solo. 

The wind was light and I was so proud that I could have almost walked on water as Anna untied from the mooring bouy, then climbed on the boat and trimmed the sail just right,  as she got into deeper water she  lowered her daggerboard (without a word from anyone) and sailed all around the cove in front of our house for about an hour.  Peggy was on her Sunfish with Anna’s little sister, Chase, nearby.  I fired up the little Seadoo and followed Anna at a respectful distance, showing my confidence that she was perfectly able to handle the boat after a couple of years of sailing with me, Peggy and her dad, Brad, on the slightly larger Sunfish.

On the cycling front, I achieved my 3,600 mile goal for the year with a bit to spare at 3,644 miles.  Garmin thinks I burned a bit over 237,000 calories in the course of those rides.  In late September my trusty Catrike Road broke.  Though I rode it nowhere that my fellow (mostly) over 65 friends did not go on their up-right prostate crusher bikes, the frame on the Catrike just broke.  In classic great service, Catrike and the dealer I work with, Easy Street Recumbents, worked with me to ease the financial blow of replacing the mortally wounded Catrike Road with a much snazzier Catrike 700.  They did this though the trike was WAY out of warranty.  For that I am very thankful to be dealing with such committed capitalists who did things the way capitalism is supposed to work (and generally does so long as government keeps its corrupting snozz out of the way.) 

I was only off the trike for about two weeks while Catrike built me an almost University of Texas burnt metallic orange Catrike 700 rig, got it to Austin and then Easy Street Recumbents assembled it adding some upgraded components and a few goodies they moved over from the dearly departed Catrike Road.

Earlier in the year my old high school classmate and frequent cycling companion Gil Jones decided that there was wisdom in “The Catrike Way” and bought himself a shiny new Catrike Expedition to replace his 18 month old Scattante road bike.  At the same time his wife Jen decided she needed to get out with us as well and they got her a Catrike Trail.  Catrikes are proliferating in them thar hills… for good reason.  Though it takes more effort to drive them up hills, they give a great workout without the many repetitive motion injury issues of upright bikes with their up-the-chute seating, hunkered over riding position and tingling hands effects.   Added benefit… very few people have ever gone over the handlebars of a catrike, to smear their lipstick all over the chipseal pavement. The few who have done that on a Catrike seem almost as likely to require medical attention as those who did it from a two-wheeled machine, but the attention does not seem as likely to involve a helicopter ride.

In early July, our Son Russell, his wife Lisa and the Granddude (Steven) came for a week.  Lisa borrowed Peggy’s Catrike Trail and we logged about 80 miles in 5 rides.  She is hooked, but Russell is too cheap to let her get her own trike.  Gotta work on that.  

So that brings me to 2013.  Having put over 1,000 miles on the new Catrike in the last 2-1/2 months of 2012, I had quickly become comfortable with it.  The 700 does not corner as well as the road did, but suffers from less drag as speeds go up in a straight line.  My average speeds are now running 2+ mph faster on the 700 than I was able to do on the old Road on the same routes.  It is a little faster up hill and usually a lot quicker on the flats, then a little faster downhill.   In January I got in 322 miles in spite of some weather that was not cycling-friendly unless one enjoys cycling in one’s ski wear.  February was a bust with many distractions and I only got in 143 miles.  This has put me WAY behind my plan of doing 4250 miles this year (averaging 350/month).  It has also contributed to an 8 pound weight gain! 

Ah but it gets better.  In mid February our son Brad, his wife Jessica and the two grandchicks (Anna and Chase) came down and while they were here I took Jessica out for a short Catrike ride, with her on Peggy’s Catrike Trail, in the neighborhood on Saturday then took her for a 6+miler on Sunday morning.  She was hooked.  As her birthday was coming up, Peggy, my mother and I conspired to find a lightly used Catrike 700 as a birthday present, which Peggy and I picked up and delivered last Friday evening.  Today Jessica posted that she and Brad had logged a 12.5 mile initial ride (he rode his prostate crusher).

Maybe I will have the motivation to get back to blogging regularly.  As convenient as a quick post on Facebook is, I hate the overall banality of what I find on Facebook and enjoy reading blog posts, far more than Facebook posts, by friends, because they usually paint a richer, more interesting word picture… often with actual pictures and videos to boot.  I guess I should do unto others as I most enjoy them doing unto me.  So watch for more regular blog posts.   

When someone does something really irritating, don’t just smile to play with their head.  Grin… then they also have to wonder if you are grinning or actually baring your fangs and THAT really plays with their head.



Sailing – First Day Out on the Sunfish in 2011 – Windy!

Yea!  I got to go sailin’ today! 

Sunfish, Sailing, Texas, Hill Country, Llano County, Lake Buchanan

Time to go Sunfishin!

Today the winds were fearsome out of the northwest.  Cycling was gonna involve a lot of drag and therefore be a drag.  The temperature was near 80F and I had checked and the surface water temp was just over 68F.  So,…  the Sunfish parts got rounded up and rigged for a 45 minute workout.  Legs and abs got worked when hiking to keep the boat from blowing over and that involves some muscles that I had clearly forgotten about while cycling the last 1200 or so miles (groan).  My upper body got really worked out trimming the sail in winds of 17 gusting to 28 mph.  I will be sore tomorrow.  Not a problem though as tomorrow I am riding with some folks on prostate crushers.  They have come up from San Antonio with Phyllis Terry (they ride as a club there).  We will ride from Black Rock Park to the Fall Creek Vineyards and back.  That will work out any muscle soreness and besides, after the wine tasting we should be feeling no pain. 

Back to sailin’!  I fell off the boat several times when the wind would shift and backwind my sail with me all the way out to my toenails in the hiking straps.  That was good practice for regattas (and I could just hear Ellen Burks yelling at me for falling off the boat right in front of her).  And it was pretty refreshing each and every time.  

There was plenty of wind to practice planing downwind.  I stayed fairly close to shore as the wind direction was such that had I broken anything on the boat, the next stop would have been the dam, some 5+ miles across the lake, with what looked like 3+ foot rollers out a mile.  There were not mere “whitecaps”  They were “whippedcreamcaps”!  Woulda been a blast to go out there, but with few other boats on the lake, it did not seem like the adult thing to do.

As I came in, to Casey’s great relief… she was already barking furiously, my daggerboard ran aground and the boat stopped (suddenly), healed up and I slid forward, letting my left leg come clear of the hiking strap.  Unfortunately it also rotated me to a position from which I could not extract my right foot from the strap.   Whoo boy! It tested the strength of my shin bone as my whole weight was suspended with my calf/shin most of the way off the boat and my foot wedged under the hiking strap in the cockpit.  It will be a little more sore than the rest of me.

I have posted a collection of clips from several minutes of videos that Peggy shot in the course of the adventure.    The collection can be seen on youtube at:

It was great to be back in the boat and I do love it when the wind howls (and it did today). 

Tomorrow (Saturday), my old high school classmate and current day cycling partner, Gil Jones sets out from Houston with a crowd of about 13,000 (no kidding) to ride from Houston to Austin in two days in the MS150.  One of the people Gil is “riding for” is Bill Terry, husband of the above mentioned Phyllis Terry.  This is a great cause to raise money to fight a damnable disease.  If the urge strikes you, you can donate by going the MS150 site at:


Cycling and Sailing – A couple of exclamation points for 2010

As 2010 rolled to an end, Christmas was barreling towards us. Out of the blue, I was contacted by a person I had never heard of, who wanted to give us a boat for our grandchildren. 

4 year old Anna takes Grand Dad sailing

Anna - Age 4 and yes, she has the tiller and I am very proud of her growing skills.

Steven - Age 2... I told him to watch for pirates to keep him comfortable on his first sailing experience

He had run across my blog post a few months back which recounted introducing our grand-daughter and grandson to sailing on my little Sunfish.  It turned out that he had an old Minifish, a smaller version of the Sunfish, sitting unused.  He wanted to see if it would be used here. What a generous offer!

Peggy and I took him up on his extraordinary offer and picked the boat up at his hanger at a small airport near Kingsland (about 15 miles from our place). While there we admired his rare Piper J-4 Cub and even rarer Air-Cam… gotta go fly with Jim some time; I miss flying.

Once back at our place, Santa’s elves (me) went to work cleaning the boat up and rounding up a good daggerboard and rudder for the Minifish.  A few days later, on Christmas morning, our grand-daughter Anna (4) came groggily into our living room to verify that Santa had found and enjoyed the cookies she and Peggy had made and left out for him, and to see what he may have dropped off for her.  She was looking around blinking and seemed to not notice the boat, with its Tequila Sunrise-themed sail up and sitting on the patio.  My suspicion was and is that she is so accustomed to seeing colorful Sunfish here and there at our home that this one, looking so much like a full-sized Sunfish, was most likely an indigenous boat, not something unusual.    Once her Dad (Brad… our younger son), my mother, Peggy and I all expressed curiosity, she focused on it with cautious interest and was headed out the door to check it out in the 22 degree weather.  We got her stopped and wrapped up in a blanket, then took her out and explained that it is for her and Cousin Steven (age 2) to sail when they are here in the summers. 

I was unsure that she had really understood, until we did a video conference (how did we survive when one went by Studebaker to get face time with one’s grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins?) with Steven, Russell (his dad) and Lisa (his mom.)  Anna informed Steven that Santa had bought a Minifish “for her to teach you to sail on with me.”  After all the Christmas presents had been opened and marveled over, we got Anna bundled up and went out to the patio again, where she climbed into the boat, gripped the mainsheet and the tiller and started pretending to sail the boat… including getting her feet under the hiking strap and sheeting the sail in until it filled and the boat and dolly started to tremble a little.  Share this moment (video); it was the exclamation point for our Christmas day!

In the warm afterglow of the time with all of our family that still lives in America (Russell, Lisa and Steven live in the People’s Republic of California), I set about convincing my old high school classmate and current day frequent cycling partner, Gil Jones, that we should try to add an exclamation point to our year of cycling activity with a huge ride of unfathomable difficulty ( for a couple of 66 year olds who are still working on getting into really good cycling condition ) sufficient to worry our wives, amuse our children and cause our Big Spring High School Class of 1962 classmates  to shake their heads that we have still not grown up all that much.

The Texas Hill Country is rich with opportunities for such self-abuse, so I laid out a course which… if we could live through it and get it done in 8 or 9 hours… we could do in one day.  If we did only the outbound half of this ride, we could with confidence challenge any of our classmates to come ride it with us the next time.  Ohhhh we do feel most superior in our aged manliness!   

So on News Year’s Eve we set out on a ride from Lake Buchanan to Llano, thence out RR2323 to the southwest of Llano to the intersection with US Highway 87, about 8 or 9 miles north of Fredricksburg.  The distance is only 51.8 miles each way.  I have ridden longer rides this year and Gil has made rides of very close to that distance.  The distance was not the reason for taking this route.  I had ridden from Llano out almost to US87 back in the early Fall.  On that ride I turned off of RR2323 about 3-4 miles before US87 and went down a really beautiful county road (Cherry Springs Rd) to hit 87 a bit farther north.  That ride had been challenging, because there was a good bit of climbing before the turn-off onto Cherry Springs Rd.  I had driven the whole route to US87 on RR2323 and knew that the toughest climbs were beyond where I had turned off on my earlier ride.  I lured Gil into joining me in taking on not only those climbs, but doing it about 40 miles into a 50+ mile ride!  

Gil rode his new Scattante 570 Prostate Crusher up-right bike.  I rode the 3-wheeled barco-lounger of a Catrike Road, on which I recently scared the whiz outta myself on a wild descent which has been memorialized on youtube.

An exclamation point for our cycling year

The route for our New Year's Eve ride.

Approximately 36 miles into the ride we arrived at the old Prairie Mountain School and Community Center waaaaayyyy out RR2323 and a few hundred feet higher than we started.  Peggy had apples, bananas, water and a skeptical look on her face (she knew what the next 14 miles looked like.)

Gil and I arrive at the Prairie Mountain School for a short stop

bison in a pasture across from the Paraie Mountain School in Llano County, TX

Pasture across the road from the Prairie Mountain School. Where is Kevin Costner when we need him?


At this point I explained to Gil what to expect in the next 14 miles.

We are gonna climb how much in the next 14 miles?

Gil and I right after I explained the next 14 miles to him.

We did survive the rest of the ride.  Near the top of the most demanding part of the climb our old classmate Eric Brewster came roaring down the road in his Mustang looking for us.  He had come out to our destination on his way from Kerrville to Waxahachie, visited with Peggy for a while (no doubt sharing some laughs at the expense of “His Honor” and Yours Truly).  Now, I must draw you a word picture of the climb he found me on.  He passed by Gil before realizing it was him, but stopped a couple hundred feet below the top of this hill (there was another one lurking over its crest!) when he saw the Catrike grinding up toward him.  He got out, put his little dog on a lead, crossed the road, walked down towards me 25 or 30 yards, then turned around and walked slowly back uphill along side of me.  We were going so slowly that his “shitzu” walked along right next to me so I could reach over and scratch her ears while pedaling yard-by-yard up that precipice!  After determining that I did not think I was actually quite at death’s door, Eric gathered up the dog and walked on up the hill ahead of me crossed the road (I was was still pedaling away in my lowest gear), then got in his car and zipped away waving and laughing his ass off.

As we neared our destination (or turn-around point) I caught up with Gil, and seeing his level of suffering, valiantly suggested that we need not be embarrassed to stop at US87 and let Peggy haul us back home.  Well…  Ok…  actually I think I said something like, “I think I am ready to tell Peggy to stick a fork in me ’cause I am done.”   I saw a wave of relief wash over Gil’s whole body.  I swear his toes grinned so big that it could be seen through his riding shoes.

Gil could still grin when we made it to US87 where Peggy waited with her SUV ready to haul our rode-out old bones home

Gil has done a post about this ride.  It is worth reading if only to realize just how much data can be electronically collected on a bike ride these days… and then presented in a humorous narrative about two old goats trying to pretend they are still young.  I recommend reading his post to get a Judicial Review of the proceedings (as he is an actual  judge, with robes and all!)

What a great way to spend the day!  What a great exclamation point to put at the end of 2010’s cycling endeavours! 

I hope all who read this can have this much fun in their lives and wish you one and all a Happy and Prosperous 2011.

Sailing – Teaching a 4 Year Old Girl to Love Sailing

The Princess Regent, our 4 year old granddaughter, just wound up  a week at the lake with Peggy and me.  It was a wonderful time. Activities were varied and ranged from Peggy and Her Highness doing chick things like icing cupcakes and going to the Llano City Park playground, to helping me clean up a tree (I used the chainsaw, she dragged the cuttings off into a pile), to fishin’, to my favorite recreational activity… sailing. 

Her Royal Highness(HRH) had been on our Catalina 22 a couple of years ago and sorta vaguely seemed to remember it, but even with a crisp Technicolor HD recall, that is like sailing the house from the front porch.  The C22 is a ponderous thing when compared to sailing one of our Sunfish, much less her Dad’s elderly Laser that graces our yard.  So on her first day here I started to prepare her, mentally, to enjoy sailing.  

We have a life-jacket rule, which has followed us through several lake community homes, vacation joints, yacht clubs, and family outings.   Children under 12 are not allowed anywhere in the direction of, much less near to, water not squirting out of a hose…  unless they wear a properly secured and fitted life jacket appropriate to their age.  Every year I read of families losing children to drowning due to a split second of distraction and some accident.  We have had guests who thought it was just too much hassle to convince their little darlings to wear the jacket and have asked them to leave if the kids appeared to be in charge of safety.  Her Texanic Magesty is well familiar with this rule, understands that she does not have a say in the matter and is very well adjusted about it (note to others… your kids and grandkids will be this way too, if they understand that YOU are in charge and that they will not get to have all that fun if they resist, in the smallest way, your wisdom regarding ALWAYS having a jacket on children.)  A good side benefit is that, knowing what the life jacket is there for, kids will quickly learn to use it and be a more comfortable as they learn to be around boats and the water.

 Having raised two sons and introduced them to sailing at age 3 or so, I know a bit about getting kids into the sport.  But little girls are different.  “They are not just soft boys”, as Sid Nolte, an old friend from my TI days once explained (he had two of each, so I figure he knows a lot about the subject).  With this in mind I took a step-by-step approach to getting our granddaughter morphed into a raving, giggling, squealing little sailing nut. 

Even with her dad trying to make it fun, she was not too sure about it.

Teaching a 4 year old girl to love sailing

Her Highness peers over the edge of the slide, not too sure she wants to risk this!

Her Highness spent 2 days doing non-sailing water activities, to build up her confidence, before we introduced the Sunfish to her world.  She was pretty timid about sliding down the slide from the inflatable trampoline which Peggy had (wisely) insisted we get, but after an hour or so she was comfortable going down it feet first.  She would not, however jump off it into the water, nor go down the slide facing the water or head-first.  We did not push that but used each splash down the slide into the water to get her to remember to not inhale water and to roll over onto her back and get stable as soon as she hit the water. 

Pointers from the old guy.

Down the slide she goes, landing with a splash!

After a couple of 1-2 hours sessions she was getting to where she knew how to move about, even in a dog paddle position, with the life jacket on.

The next step was to get her to the point that she could struggle her way from shore to where we moor our powerboat in about 3 feet of water about 30 yards off-shore, then with just a little help, get started up the ladder and up onto the boat.  We did that 4 or 5 times over a day and a half, with lots of other splashing and wading and some of the water slide activity mixed in, as well as using the event of having made it to the boat and on it, to go fishing or to motor out to the Catalina to tie up to it and go aboard to “check on things”.  The tie-up to the larger boat involved discussions about not getting hands, feet, legs, arms or other body parts between the two boats as they might get mashed.  We also, after a couple of these “out to the Catalina” adventures, tried climbing down the ladder on the power boat and floating around, checking the waterline on the Catalina all the way around.  By then she was getting very comfortable with being safe with her life jacket even in very deep water and with always keeping a hand on one of the boats or a line off one of them.

Now it was time to introduce the fun.  So I asked if she would like to go sailing with me on my racing Sunfish (it has a special sail and some extra strings for adjusting the sail that are not on recreational Sunfish… and I polish and fondle its bottom several times a year.)  She knows I race that boat and that it is sorta a big deal, so she was onto that invitation in a heartbeat.  Thank goodness she does not know how poorly I sail these days!

We got the daggerboard and rudder…  racing “blades” made of some sort of plastic, not the wooden ones seen on recreational ‘fish, and carried them out to the boat which was on its beach dolly in the yard.  The sail was already with the boat, bent to the spars in a long skinny bag which protects the sail from the the sun.  We worked together on getting the spars and sails out of the bag and ready to put on the boat, then stepped the mast and since the wind was fairly light and blowing more or less from the lake, we raised the sail and secured it.  All through this I showed her every part and explained what it does.  A Sunfish does not have a lot of parts, so this was within the attention span of a 4-year-old. 

With the boat rigged and ready to launch I stopped for a minute and explained that we would go out and sail, that I would sail some of the time and that if she wanted, I would show her how to steer the boat, but that I would need her help pulling the rope which pulls the sail in or lets it out.  Then I told her that we would also do a practice capsize and explained what that meant.  She looked a little anxious about the capsize so we discussed the dreadful consequences of a capsize … you get to go swimming!  Then she was actually grinning about the prospect.

Her Magesty has already boarded, now time to get the human ballast aboard!

Ready to sheet the main and get sailin'!

We rolled the boat down to the water and floated it off the dolly in about 2 feet of water.  I then asked HRH to please hold the rope on the front of the boat while I took the dolly back on shore.  Again there was some apprehension, but she took the rope gingerly in one hand.  I asked that she use both hands and hold on tight since this was my racing boat.  I then turned, nervously myself, and took the dolly ashore without looking back, then came back doing my best to look comfortable.  No problem.  She had a good grip and hung on and stood her ground even as a small puff came through and pulled harder on that rope. 

Thanking her for holding on, I asked that she continue while I mounted the rudder, dropped the daggerbboard into its slot and attached its safety cord.  She was fine with all that.  Then we got her aboard and I told her to hang on while Granddad the Walrus climbed over the side and into the boat with her.  She had already figured out which rope pulled the sail in and asked if she should pull it in… this was getting very cool!

We sailed out beyond our Catalina 22 to get the feel of the boat

She immediately "got it" about getting her head down as we came about. Not a single knot on her head the whole time!

We sailed out and around the Catalina, then back in and around the power boat (while Grandmother took some pictures) then back out near the Catalina.  I asked if she was ready to practice capsizing.   She nodded but said nothing, so I grinned broadly and recounted for her how her Dad and Uncle Russell used to take the Laser out, when they were not a lot older than she is and capsize it over and over, even though they were too little to right it, unless they worked together on it (a rare moment when Grandmother and I knew they would not be fighting like brothers do.)  I described Uncle Russell struggling up onto the bottom of the boat then helping her dad climb up with him where they would stand together on the bottom and hang off the daggerboard until the boat started rolling back up onto one side,.  then they would BOTH climb onto the dagger board and sit straddling it, as far out on it as they could get, sometimes farther than they could get, kersplash, until they got the boat to come back upright.   By this point Her Highness was giggling at the image of her 6’+ Dad doing that with her also 6’+ Uncle Russell on a little bitty boat.  I don’t think she is able to picture her dad as being her size, ever.  Sigh… time passes so quickly.

The first capsize - after lots of building up to it being a chance to swim.

With the boat righted and Granddad back on board, HRH gets lifted aboard in a fit of giggling

She then said “Lets capsize, Granddad!”  I took a minute to explain, again, what I would be doing, what I wanted her to do, and what to do, other than freak, if she got uncomfortable about what was going on.  And then we did it.  We were easily 150 yards offshore and Peggy told me she could hear the giggling and shrieking clearly.  As this was HRH’s first capsize, I had her swim with me around to the other side of the boat, hold onto the bow of the boat as I climbed up onto the bottom (it had “turtled”… was completely upside down by then) grabbed the daggerboard and gently rolled the boat upright.  I then had her come down the side of the boat  to where I was and hold onto the edge of the boat.  I climbed onboard then reached over and helped her climb up and over the side.  She immediately said,”let’s do it again!” and I knew that there was a newly confident young sailor-in-the-making with me.

We capsized the boat several more times.  I showed her a way that she could stay on the deck side of the boat… and if I got around to the daggerboard quickly and kept the boat from turning completely upside down… she could hold onto the rim of the cockpit as I rolled the boat up.  That would just pull her up and into the boat as it came upright.   Long sentence but a great technique for a kid to learn.  It gives them confidence that they have some control over not being “left” in the water when the boat gets righted.

At this point she asked if I would show her how to steer the boat.  Glowing with grandfatherly pride, I did and she did fine with it.  She even learned how to tell that the sail needed trimmed in a bit more, though she was not as quick to understand how to tell when it was too tight.  We have many years for her to master that, and the many other nuances that make sailing a never-ending learning experience.

HRH climbs aboard after jumping off, me circling back and stopping the boat beside her

A high-five to celebrate a successful recovery of a crewchick overboard!

The next day I was thinking maybe we would put the jet ski in, as she has always enjoyed riding on it, but she asked if we could sail the sunfish some more, before I could even ask.  So we did and on that day we added “man overboard drills” to our repetoire of fun stuff to do on a little sailboat.  I would tell her when to slide off into the water then shout “man over-board!” and come about, then go past her and  turn back up into the wind and coast to a stop right by her and help her get started back onto the boat.  After the 3rd or 4th time she took to jumping off, rolling off, rolling off backwards, … you name it, she did it. 

Her Royal Highness sails us in and drops me off to hold the boat for her

The next day HRH’s Dad came back to spend part of a day then escort Her Ladyship home.  Early that morning he was asked if she could take him sailing.  They rigged the boat, went out and she stunned her Dad with her comfort with the water and the boat in her lifejacket.  As they sailed along, with him steering (her request)  she suddenly shouted “Man Overboard” and rolled backwards off the boat.  Luckily I had warned him and he is an excellent, if somewhat rusty, sailor.  He knew what his part of a “man overboard drill” should be and I beamed in pride at both of them as he executed his part with precision … as if it had been only yesterday that he and Russell practiced this drill over and over…  and they both, son and granddaughter, laughed and giggled as they shared a love of the water and sailing.

This is pretty cool stuff.

HRH holds the boat (get that smile!) while I get it ready to pull out of the water

Tomorrow… cycling!  Maybe a ride out to Castell for a BBQ Sandwich and a beer!  I will let you know how it goes.