Chuck Wills Widow...
Finally got time to work on my boat shop today. Got siding on the last
wall around 8:30, just before dark, and a nice breeze came up. My wife,
Julie, was working late, and I wasn't on "dog duty" so I made myself a drink
and grabbed some chips and ran down the hill to the beach for a sunset sail
in Featherwind.
Just the gentle sound of water gurgling against the hull... crickets in
the distance... an occasional bull frog... all punctuated by the plaintive
call of the Chuck Wills Widow... (a Whippoorwill with a stutter) The wind
picked up and my flimsy wind surfer mast started bending like a willow, with
my 118 ft lug sail acting like it wanted to change careers in mid life and
become a kite. As darkness fell a crescent moon relaxing in a purple sky
nestled itself into the curve of the sail, and all was right with the world.
Now I remember why I make these things...
Happy sails...
David
wall around 8:30, just before dark, and a nice breeze came up. My wife,
Julie, was working late, and I wasn't on "dog duty" so I made myself a drink
and grabbed some chips and ran down the hill to the beach for a sunset sail
in Featherwind.
Just the gentle sound of water gurgling against the hull... crickets in
the distance... an occasional bull frog... all punctuated by the plaintive
call of the Chuck Wills Widow... (a Whippoorwill with a stutter) The wind
picked up and my flimsy wind surfer mast started bending like a willow, with
my 118 ft lug sail acting like it wanted to change careers in mid life and
become a kite. As darkness fell a crescent moon relaxing in a purple sky
nestled itself into the curve of the sail, and all was right with the world.
Now I remember why I make these things...
Happy sails...
David