The first trip out the old motor seized -- and we didn’t dare go into the big part of the lake without a motor for back up, so we headed back to the slip.
A new motor was purchased.
Next trip out, with new motor purring (mostly purring, occasionally stalling) we sailed onto the broads. A big gust of wind hit us. John said, “Oh no.” That was moments before we “demasted.” That is, the mast broke off and fell over.
Luckily, with the new motor we limped to a cove and gathered what was left of the mast onto the boat. Returned to the slip.
Got mast and riggings fixed.
Took the boat out one more time. John calls the boat "the Tub." I call it the Queen Frickin Mary.
And, guess what, we sailed and sailed. It was fun!
We anchored off an island and watched other boats racing. Here they are.
I love sailing. It’s so relaxing.