Sailing

For those of you who don't know, I can't swim. I grew up in the "Land of 10,000 Lakes", but never swam in a one of them. I've been getting better as the years pass. I spent some time in the Gulf of Mexico while in Galveston two years ago and I frequent Aunt Carolyn's pool to build my confidence. Lately, I've been able to thrash around in the deep end without any tragedy. Saturday, I went sailing. It sounded like fun. It sounded like an adventure, something I'd like to call and tell my parents about. I was excited....until I actually saw the sailboat. Apparently, I had never actually seen a sailboat before...or at least nothing more than the sail. Once I saw the boat up close, I started having significant second thoughts and asked, "where do we sit?" When the answer was, "right there, on that black trampoline looking mat" I nearly headed for home. But, with the encouragement of my girl and some of her family members (one of whom is a certified lifeguard), we were off! I was nervous at first, with one hand on the edge of the boat and one hand on Lisa, facing backwards with one eye open. As the ride smoothed out and I felt the cool water beneath me and the wind blowing, I loosened my grip and enjoyed the rest of the ride. WooHoo!