I am writing this underway, so there wont be any edits. Pardon any grammatical errors, I am sure they happen even on the edited stuff! ( so I lied…stuff didn’t go through, and I can’t stand not editing, but only the end has changed)
This morning I set sail to meet friends at a raft up. After clearing the marina and setting a course toward my destination, I went forward to raise the mainsail. Yes, it is a little bit of a pain to have to raise the sail from the mast, but I am finding I enjoy solo sailing , more and more, so it is a labor of love.
As I was taking up my next to last fender, I heard a Kerplop! My first thought was that it was phone. All sorts of panic raced through my system, but not for reasons you might think. I need the phone to do my job, and getting a new one before 9a on the Tuesday after a holiday weekend didnt sound like any fun.
Some habits are good and some are bad. Today my good ones were in place. Sailing alone tends to make me a little less bullet proof. After the kerplop, I gave myself a pat down, and indeed, there was no phone on my person. Fortunately, I made a “no phones out of the cockpit” rule after seeing a few donated to Neptune. I didn’t remember leaving it in the cup holder, but I had. As I wondered what hit the water, I realized that it my rigging knife.
This wasn’t just any old knife, this was one given to me by Greg Norwine. I can credit Greg for being the largest influence in my sailing life. Greg didn’t just own and manage a sailing club, he adopted each and every one of us, and wanted us all to succeed. He was like a father to many of us, and the club became our family. Almost every good friend I have here in Seattle is because of that club, and by extention, because of Greg. Each year there is a sailing scavenger hunt and Capri racing series in his memory…The Greg Norwine Cup.
That knife had already saved my bacon twice and I had committed to having it on me every time I went out alone. I had meant to sew something on my PFD to make the knife more secure and accessible. So the combination of the good habit (keeping the knife on me) and the bad habit (procrastination) contributed to my donation. I will still sew that something on my PFD once I find a new knife, which I suspect will look just like the last one. I prefer to call these things donations instead of losses, because there is a big world under there. I may have my own unit.
Mostly…I just wanted to remember Greg.