After a refreshing sail, thorough boat straightening, and a cold bottle of water, Brian and I left the boat on Saturday. I've already written about this. As we were walking up the dock, we stopped to chat with Will, the owner of the boat 3 slips away.
I asked him if he'd sailed that day, he answered no but he had gone out a few nights before for a moonlight sail. Brian's eyes lit up. I asked how the sail was and Will answered with one word: "sublime". Brian then verbally attacked me, and I paraphrase, "WE HAVE TO DO THAT!!!"
Keep in mind that Saturday was Brian's second time ever sailing (poor guy is from one of those landlocked areas in between San Francisco and New York). But he was already inspiring me with the incredible way he was enjoying sailing. I started getting excited about it. And I've sailed at night, this is nothing new. But something about the simple yet perfect description and Brian's enthusiasm got me started picturing that perfect evening with an almost full moon, a glimmer of wind, wide open water, and possibly a glass of red wine.
The Bay is a fairly calm place at night in the summer for everything but the ships coming and going. No ferries, no fishermen, no crazy 25 knot thermally generated winds. Just sublime sailing. I'm in.