I live in East Hawaii
. I know basicly nothing about sailing. However, it has always interested me. I joined to learn a little about it, or maybe more.
My father introduced me to sailing decades ago when I was in elementary school
. A couple of times he loaded the family
into our old station wagon and drove us from our home in Northern Illinois to Lake Geneva in Wisconsin. He rented a small sailboat. We spent the day plying the waters of the lake. I sat on the bow with my feet dangling over the edge. I loved it. Never been on a sailboat since.
My father had learned to sail during WWII. He was stationed in Panama
. He had a friend from Florida
. Together they scrounged enough stuff to build a small sailboat, christened "Scraps." Later one of my older brothers bought him a set of plans for a Lightning
. My father said that he would name it "Scraps II." Every once in a while he would pull those plans out and spreed them on top of the kitchen table. We would talk about sailing for a while. He would talk about a Lightning regatta
that he had read about in a magazine or read a story to us about a man crossing the Atlantic solo in a small sailboat. Then he would roll them up and slide them back into their cardboard sleeve; never to be built.