My dad passed away last year and left me his boat that had yet been named. A year's worth of legal BS, family BS (you know how estate stuff usually goes
) and collecting missing parts, catching up on maintenance, and figuring out rigging, I finally got her out and under sail. The weather predictors were all over the place as to when it would storm. I have a cold, had worked until 3am the night before so I was on 4 hours of sleep. I wasn't going to miss this day short of death.
It had been 15 years or so since I had been on any cruising type boat. I've purely been messing around with dinghy sailing. So, I brought a rather experienced friend, tuned the rig and off we went.
The webbing on the clew of the roller furling jib had deteriorated so when the jib caught the air, it ripped out. It's an '04 so I don't know what the hell that's about, but anyway. It gives me a chance to up the quality I guess. From the helm, all I saw was a frayed end of the sail and swore under my breath. From there it looked like the sail had ripped. Upon inspection, it's an easy fix. It's just the webbing that failed, letting the ring tear out and not the sail. The thread didn't fail at all either. So we were under main alone and had a nice relaxing sail. Under main alone, she points okay I guess. It's a powerful main so she was still moving in light air. That's nice to know.
The jib was the only thing that happened. Everything else performed well, the boat was well mannered. We had a nice departure and landing. A perfect day so it's not like anything was stressed.
I can't wait to get her under full sail and really let her stretch her legs. Previously she was in a lake which didn't allow her drop her centerboard all the way down so she's been sort of caged up all her life.
Anyway, three cheers for Miss Muffet! She was so well behaved I figure she must have liked the champagne from her naming ceremony. What will happen when the booze wears off, I wonder?