When I was young, speed was the rule. I wanted everything NOW. I had motorcycles that were FAST for the time. Still have 2.

Later, as I grew older I managed to slow down a bit. Once I stared sailing it turned out the trip was the objective as much as the destination.

When we got Guenevere, we first had her on lake Lanier Ga. All of our sailing was for just the fun of it. There was no ports a long way off. So, often on a hot day, when we were all having fun, I would call the command to just drop the sails. It might have started as a learning experience for the boys, but ended as one for me.

Once the sails were down, it was hot, so why not just take a swimming break? So we did! We then did it more often. Once Jill and I started deep water cruising, we would also just stop and take a break, when prudent to do so, to savor a sight, a place, or a time.

NOW, when I replay the reels of memory in my mind, after our family loss, it's the drift that stands out and brings the biggest smile. Not the exhilarating, rail in the water, or way over hull speed sailing.

If I remember correctly, in the photo, we were 20 or more miles off shore, no shipping and within an easy 12 hours to to our next port, the next day, we had plenty of fuel, so.....

I think we did start the engine for about 20 to 30 min after I took the photo. But only for a half hour or so till a gentle breeze came up.

OK, sorry for the ramble.....

Greg

Old photo scanned.