monday afternoon sail

got a call from bruce today..."want to go sailing?"...just tell me when and i will be there...as they all know...i am a "sailwhore", or in these neck of the woods; a "sailho'". we set out about, or as they say, "outinaboat'", 3pm. is became clear that, with just the two of us, and not so windy conditions, we were going to find the wind when bruce grabbed foul weather gear and said "just in case". we headed towards "the slot" out of ryc in a fair but mellow wind, flat seas, and an ample amount of beer for our purpose to find the wind freshening and the "white horses" appearing on the ever increasing swell. after 7.something knots (on a tight reach), and a couple of rather large splashes of water coming over the deck, we decided there was no sense in soaking ourselves for a thrilling ride. so we tacked, headed downwind a bit more on a beam reach and had a nice ride going about mid to high 8's low 9's (top was a "meager" 9.2....not the record but still fun). heading back to the barn it was decided to come up again as to be able to set a kite. watched some pelicans "fishing", enjoyed much milder conditions, tied on the kite, tacked again, and headed downwind. (insert audio blog here) at one point i was given the helm because i thought bruce had to pee but it quickly became apparent that we were jibing...ok where is the sheet and where is the guy...i wasn't mentally prepared, but it happened flawlessly. we had a light air ride the rest of the way to richmond and when asked "when was the last time you backed the boat into the slip?"....let me tell you about backing the boat into the slip....wait if i did i would have to kill you.