By Liz Powell
The nest is finally empty and I’m wondering what’s next? We’re in between our own kids and grandkids—that happy time of life when the aches and pains are still few, the disposable cash is a little more than ever before, and time just for each other has finally reappeared in our schedules. The question looming large and on the horizon now is: Whatever shall we do with ourselves? The late night scene and raucous parties just don’t hold the same appeal—the ‘been there, done that’ column includes community work, flying lessons, golf, photography, and on and on and on. But, true to the nature of the male species, my darling husband has yet another idea: “Let’s go sailing!”
Sounds like fun to me. Afterall, I love the water and the idea of seeing the world from the serenity of the sea appeals to me. So, in blissful ignorance of the perils this new adventure may hold, I happily accompany my hubby on a quest for our floating vacation home.
|"Wouldn’t it be less confusing to simply go right or left rather than starboard or port?"|
The ‘joy in my journey’ begins to be overshadowed by my frustration at being a ‘girlie-girl’ incapable of mastering this pastime without the help of the man in my life. Worse still is my fear of losing this precious man overboard and being unable to rescue him. I know I can throw him a life ring, but I realize that just isn’t sufficient. My husband tries to allay my fears with lessons afloat, but when things get tense and he begins giving orders in that strange language, I find myself tempted to be the one throwing him overboard without even worrying about the life ring!
Sea Sense to the rescue! They are exactly what I am looking for: an all-girl school taught for women by women. Carol and Patti and their staff will give lessons on my boat or theirs just about anywhere I want to go and learn. I am excited about the possibility and sign on for three days in Newport, RI.
With only an occasional fleeting thought of “What have I gotten myself into?” I excitedly packed for fair or foul weather and headed north on a rainy Sunday afternoon in June.
I was part of a six-woman women crew who would live and learn aboard the 42-foot Beneteau Endless Summer. For three glorious fair sky and smooth sea days Carol and Susan put us through our sailing paces. We covered knots to navigation and many things in between, but the trip’s highlight was our time at the helm, developing confidence and the ability to ‘captain the ship’ when we return home to our own boats.
Will it be easier and more fun now? I sure hope so, and if not, I can always join Carol and her crew on a Sea Sense special adventure trip—a few days in Tahiti might be just the extra confidence builder I need! I'll keep you girls posted.
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