A challenge issued by Crispina. Could not resist this one! Thought of my dad right away.
For as long as I could remember there were sailing magazines all over the house: bathroom, living room table, Dad’s nightstand: Cruising World, Boating World, Yachting, Sailing World. He was obsessed and vowed he would one day own a sailboat.
In 1987, he finally realised his dream. A 32-foot blue-trimmed Bayfield with bowsprit, he named Footloose. She was delivered to Lake Champlain where, for over ten years, we learned how to play with the sails, the wind, the motor – coz let’s face it, sometimes there is just no wind to be had.
Nothing beat sitting on the end of the bowsprit, ripping through the water, the waves causing a wild ride making the bowsprit slap the water. It was exhilarating.
He never did make it to the ocean, and it was a sad day when he had to sell her, but the memories will forever reside in all of our hearts.
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Having just moved, my pictures are all over the place. That I managed to find these is rather amazing. I know I have pictures of Footloose taken from the dinghy but… where are they?