We sold our sailboat, Connemara, last fall. It was not an easy decision, especially after Dave spent literally hundreds of hours over three years making her beautiful and ready-to-cruise. But for several reasons it was time. And she sold within a week.
She spent the winter in storage not far from our condo….but she was someone else's responsibility.
We just got back from our lomg road trip to find the new owners launched her while we were gone and she was in a temporary slip right outside the condo. And her new name was Sparrow. She looked so pretty bobbing next to the dock.
This morning I walked Fenway uptown, she was no longer in the slip. So I thought "good…she's off on an adventure". Rounding the corner I saw her - dingy in tow - just leaving the harbor. I will have to say it was a difficult moment. Watching her move through the water, and remembering the sound of the little dink following behind reminded me of just how much we loved our sailing adventure. How much we loved sleeping at anchor, how much we loved moving slowly from anchorange to anchorage on our bigger Connemara. Reminded me just how lucky we were to ever have that experience.
I'm glad Dave wasn't with me to see her go. It was a lump-in-the-throat-for-a-minute-moment. I hope her new owners have as much fun on their adventure….Sparrow seems ready to spread her wings and go!
Yes, I wish I hadn't seen her this morning…..with a perfect wind moving over a sparkling Lake Michigan. But then again…..you can't sail to Yellowstone.
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