Around 2 in the afternoon, my lovely wife Heidi mentioned that we would have a babysitter on Saturday evening. We sure as wildfire hadn't made any plans. So, we packed up a picnic dinner, headed to the boat and went sailing.
When we got to the marina, I noticed that it was blowing pretty heavily. Being instrument-challenged, I estimated about 15-20. Subsequent research shows 18-25 to be the real numbers. Regardless, I knew that I was looking for a fun relaxing early evening sail not a bone-crushing bash into that ebb tide chop. So I reefed and elected to keep the jib safely on deck. We weren't fast, we couldn't point, but we did have a much more pleasant sail.
I just hope nobody saw my sail trim. The leech line needed tightening and I could have had a few extra cranks on the main halyard but I just didn't care. We were sailing a bonus day that I didn't expect and our whiny boat-hating son wasn't with us. Heidi had a horrible glass of rose (don't know how to put that accent in html) but even that didn't destroy the beautiful scene.
If we'd had a few more hours we could have waited out the wind for an even more pleasant sail but this is exactly the reason we have a boat. We got to do a spur of the moment, just short of romantic, sail in the most beautiful place in the world. And even a loose luff and leech couldn't spoil that.