We took Kenutu out this weekend. It was probably the first time the girl left the safety of the breakwater and showed her sails to the ocean in a decade.
It was a beautiful day, sunny and windy, and we took her into the Pacific and watched her settle into the waves like a cradled baby. We threw the main sail up, killed the engine, and went a whopping 3 knots.
We didn't buy a 8-ton boat to win any races. We wanted a lazy, steady, reliable tank.
We were only out for about an hour, long enough to get the engine warm and shoot the stuffing box with the thermometer gun to discover it was set perfectly! The waves started to get a little choppy and the wind was whipping up a bit, so we had the girl safely in her slip by 3pm. On our way in, a fellow with a gorgeous, huge sailboat named Viking complimented Kenutu's looks with, "That's a beautiful boat." He gave us a, "Bless your hearts." To hear someone sing her praises when we're in the throes of MUST FIX and UGH THESE WINDOWS reminded us just how lucky we are to even have Kenutu.
Here's to many more dates with this beautiful girl.
Two people dumb enough to think anything is possible and smart enough to bumble their way into discoveries.