Two weeks ago, I survived an overnight sail across the bay to meet up and raft up with the Annapolis Sailing Club. Blessings: breeze, not too hot, no rain, few mosquitoes, potluck on shore, friendly crowd.
This week, we headed up the western shore to visit old friends who inhabit an island paradise north of the Bay Bridge.
Conditions were perfect for a gentle sail with Pope's favorite toy--an asymmetrical spinnaker.
After an evening of fun and frolic--actually an amazing dinner and heated discussion about the Republican debate, influenced by too many Planters Punches--stumbled back to the dock to be rocked to sleep.
To Pope's astonishment, I enjoyed the sail.