This post first appeared on the boats.com blog. Sailors know that summer in Annapolis means heat, humidity, motorboat chop, jellyfish—and no wind. So when a hundred and thirty Snipe sailors choose to spend a week of August vacation there, they must be counting on something
Last Friday, I submitted a file (only ten minutes late) that represented almost a year of hard work.
Kim Couranz takes time off from her day job in communications at NOAA to sail with me. This week we’re bringing a new Snipe up to speed, and she took time off from boatwork and reading to write this post.
Thanks to journalist Kristina Dorsey (who has never met me), now I have the link between Olympic sailing and writing fiction: Self-motivation.
At the small boat end of the sailing spectrum, not much thought is put into the “team;” most of us just call up a few friends and push off the dock.
This post also appears on the boats.com site as a guest blog.
Last Friday my two worlds-sailing and books-met here in San Diego.
“Let’s do some more sailing together,” I said to Margaret last November, over dinner preparations at her house. “You, me, Kate, and Kim. Wouldn’t that be great?”
For me, Maine means getting on a boat with almost no internet or cell phone reception, plenty of food, and easy sails between harbors where the closest company is an osprey fishing for dinner.
Greetings from Annapolis, MD: in mid-August, most sailors would’ve stayed in Newport.