I had some minutes to spare and was by the marina today so I thought I'd go sit on the boat and contemplate. As is habit, I looked at my old boat, Polka Dot, on the way out to my pier. "what the hell?" I said to myself. Polka Dot's slip was empty. First thought: stolen. Second thought: sunk.
But then I saw good old sail number 15 sailing in the marina so I rushed to my slip so I could wave as she went by. I ran all the way down to my boat, hopped up on the companionway hatch and Polka Dot was still sailing in that same spot? Did I drive so fast that I somehow stopped time sort of like when Superman flew around the earth counterclockwise and reversed time and undid that earthquake? Nope, I have a jeep not a sportscar.
Then I noticed what was happening. The new owner was sailing back and forth in the marina, practicing. Which sort of made up for the fenders dangling overboard. He would reach over to the Hornblowers, tack, then sail over to the fishing boats, then tack and so on.
My theory is that he read the blog, was a bit embarassed about the Vessel Assist thing, and is set to prove to me that he's a bad ass sailor. As long as he's keeping the lead side down I'm as happy as a clam to see Polka Dot patrolling the waters again.