Life goal – to own this boat, or a similarly designed craft, maybe even a Herreshoff, or more likely a Cape Dorey Typhoon. Possible? Yes.
She’s lovely, isn’t she. She lives in my hometown, moored in Huntington Harbor, afloat off of Coindre Hall and Gold Star Beach, near Puppy Cove. I admire her lines as I pass her in my family’s sailboat, an O’Day, whose own lines should not be diminished. However, I would like to have my own to tinker with and sail upon as I please.
If I could have this boat for 24 hours in the future, I would head out for an evening sail* on the Sound, with a destination in mind – a place to anchor overnight in a cove off of the Connecticut shoreline. Armed with a picnic dinner, I’d cook a meal and chat with my husband* in the cockpit. We would spend the night down below sleeping in its V-birth. The stars would be bright behind a sliver of moon. The lapping of the water would sound against the hull, crickets from the marsh grasses would chirp on land, and the halyards would lightly drum on the mast in the midnight breeze.
We’d awake to the sun shining through the forward hatch. Rise and turn on the kettle for coffee. If it was late in the summer, I might go for a quick swim. Then, I would lay on the deck allowing the water to evaporate from my skin so as to leave behind a light layer of salt. We’d go for another sail* and head home.
*In this dream there is perfect sailing weather and I am married, no children yet.