It's now routine to lose control of the boat to Cap'n Camille the second we board. So I won't bore you with more pictures of her at the tiller or barking orders.
But she's now starting on new responsibilities. The wind was starting to get a bit spirited as we headed back home from Angel Island on Sunday so I told her that I was going to steer the rest of the day. Her eyes immediately fixed on that red line in my right hand. I took a quick look at the wind-o on top of the mast and realized we weren't about to gybe...it was safe enough so I passed it over to her with a few quick instructions. Ease when I say ease and trim when I say trim. And, silently to myself, steer to the sail trim...those ratchamatics haven't really proven themselves to me yet.
Hopefully, you can see the speed-o buried at 10 knots in the photo. And, yes, it does appear to be grossly out of tune.
When she'd actually eased and tried to trim a few times, I gave her the most important trimming lesson imaginable...keep an eye on your sail.
Of course, I never told her what to watch for, but she followed instructions beautifully. Of course, she'll probably have cataracts by the age of 8 from staring at blindingly white sails for so long, but all in the name of boatspeed.
I'm now going to fast forward through my brainfart when I decided we could drop the jib and main inside the marina with the other three hundred boats milling about. One sailing instructor summed it up perfectly as I was sailing past him (he was motoring) and he said, "what're you doing skipper?" and instead of throwing out a smart assed "sailing and waiting for you to get out of my way mr. outboard" I said, "ummm, I guess I'll tack here and drop my sails" then proceeded to get in everyone's way while I tried to wind my way back to my slip. I think I had right of way on everyone since they all had the sense to be motoring through there but I sure as hell looked out of control and crazy. Hmmm, I didn't fast forward very well there did I?
Anyway, once we made it back safely and were no longer endangering other boats, Camille decided that she'd had so much fun that we weren't quite going to go home yet. We turned the boat into an amusement park and played for another 2 hours:
The perfect day after not sailing for so long. And I haven't even gotten into how nice the new sails and running rigging are.