Category: Sailing Log

Fortune favors the bold.

It wasn’t looking good.

Every week, I’ve been paying special attention to the shoreline, trying to catch the fall foliage at its peak.

On the last day before we moved the clocks back an hour, I attempted to save as much daylight as possible for a solo sail around the bay.

You can’t expect too many days above 70°F at the end of October in New Jersey. Who knows what to expect in general?

As Sigmund Freud once said, sometimes a sail is just a sail.

I’d been looking through old log entries and was reminded that we used to sail with other people all the time. In an effort to try to end our completely anti-social streak before running out of summer, we invited Matt and Emma for a spin around the bay.

I arrived at the marina with two simple tasks. Neither of them to sail.