So Liz and I decided to go to the boat after work one evening for a little while.  Sun's going down, it's a beautiful Thursday evening.  Well just sitting at the dock didn't quite cut it, so we decided we'd take a "short" adventure.  There was a light breeze and we figured it wouldn't take us long to sail up and around Garrett Island.  Since the winds weren't the best for sailing under the railroad bridge especially with tug traffic ahead, we fired up the motor, went under, then resumed sailing.  Well wouldn't you know the wind starts to die out, but we don't care that much, it's still not

My first memories of boating was as child my father bought a canoe. We'd paddle around lakes and creeks. When I was around 6 or 7 my dad bought a 1968 28' Owens cabin cruiser. I remember lots of work necessary to maintain the wooden boat. We spent most summer weekends for several years on the boat, first in the Delaware River, then Indian River near Georgetown, DE, and finally at the Northeast River and Chesapeake Bay. Around 1977 dad moved on to building a house and the boat got left to the wayside. During my teens, twenties, and thirties I saw only sporadic boating interludes.