One thing I learned while we were out cruising the first time is, it doesn't matter how big your boat it, how "ocean going" its reputation is, whether it's power or sail, how far you've gone, how much blue water time you have, how many storms you've weathered, or how many broken things you've patched back together underway. If you leave the dock, you're doing it. Period. Sometimes fates allign and we get to go and go and go some more. Sometimes we make a small circle and end up where we started.
(like father like son...)
(i spy a ship from Panama...)
(the ship's crew were taking photos of us while we circled and photographed them! Do ya think we ened up on this guy's blog?)
(celebrating going under the bridge with some chocolate ice cream)
Does it matter that our orginal weekend plans dissolved in rain? Does it matter that there was no wind? Does it matter that our mainsail is (STILL) at the sail loft? Does it matter that we were within sight of our home waters the whole time? Do these photos look like we had any less fun? Adventure is all attitude.