For six weeks, we'd usually meet for class in the clubhouse for an hour or so of instruction on Saturday mornings, and then go sail the Sunfish.
Here, the class, with William and Jodi in the foreground, rig the boats.
I've always enjoyed sailing, but the opportunities to do so in my life have been few and far between. I was hoping that by moving to Florida, which has a lot of water, that I would get a chance to sail. After almost three years here, no chances has surfaced. Then William told me that he and Jodi were taking a sailing class (September and October 1999) at the Titusville Yacht Club, and asked me to join them, so I did.
For six weeks, we'd usually meet for class in the clubhouse for an hour or so of instruction on Saturday mornings, and then go sail the Sunfish. Here, the class, with William and Jodi in the foreground, rig the boats. |
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William and Jodi smile for the camera as they shove off. On another week, I sailed with Jodi. She and I would sing the Veggie-Tales classic, We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything. |
William demonstrates the graceful entry into the Sunfish (there actually are no graceful entries), as they shove off... |  |
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...and sail into the Indian River toward Merritt Island and the Kennedy Space Center. On a clear day, you should be able to see the shuttle launch pads on the horizon in this view. |
Another student (Aaron, I think) and I prepare me bonnie ship for the voyage that lie ahead. |  |