Hull YC MA: Wed 07 Jul - Sad Day, Happy Daze

The sailing problem as I see it is not so much getting there, as leaving there. We sailed into Hull exactly two weeks ago, almost to the hour. Since then we've had the good fortune to be welcomed into the lives and day-to-day activities of many folks in this town and nearby towns who, for reasons I cannot always fathom, just do it. They take you into their lives, their families, their confidences, almost as a matter of course. If you knew me you would never characterize me as "speechless." Just now I am speechless.

We will shortly be going offshore for a few days, trying for the Canadian Maritimes and some sightseeing there. The boat is ready and provisioned and the sails are bent on, but we cannot leave without mentioning a few folks at the Club who have borne the brunt of my visit.

Among the launch drivers are Chris, Mike, Brooke, Christian, Ned, and Nick. These are simply wonderful young people. Our stay would have been neither possible, nor as enjoyable, without the help of Club Steward Sue. Simply an outstanding person. Of course Club Commodore and New Jersey native Bill Schmid did his best to welcome the boat and crew and "show us a good time." He did so with relish.

Ralph and Nan, who came up with the idea of bringing Kerry Deare into Hull in the first place, are dear friends to whom we will always be grateful.

Finally there is the gang of ruffians known as Yoga Sailing. The group was established when the wives of several members formed a Tuesday evening yoga group. Obviously something had to be done with the husbands, and sending them off to sea seemed a good idea. Based on my sail with them last evening it was, and is, a good idea.

Here's to the derelicts of the sea. All of us.