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My truly big freakin’ sailed happened on Lake Superior in the mid 1990’s. I sailed my new to me C&C 36 from Grand Marais, MN to my marina in Bayfield, WI. I was single handing with clear blue skies, temps in the high 70’s, light winds and flat seas. It was a short distance, about 55 miles, and did most of it on one tack. It was one of those perfect days.
When I was tying up in my marina a sailor 25 years my senior came over and asked why the heck I was wearing a harness. My boat neighbor spoke up and said that I sailed across the lake single handed. The old salt didn’t say a word, just walked away. I found out later that he never went out unless he had a full crew.
This was my Ah-Ha moment. I realized that I was truly involved in something that I loved, had some skill at, and had the respect of the old salts in the marina. Being 30 years old, and the youngest in the marina, that meant a lot to me. I have sailed a lot of miles since then and have seen my share of nasty, cold weather, big seas, and the wind speed hitting 60.5 knots right before a race in Chicago last summer. But that day on Superior is one of the few that I would put on the highlight reel.