The Flying Scott

The pessimist complains about the wind; 
the optimist expects it to change; 
the realist adjusts the sails. 
~William A. Ward

I learned a few weeks ago that the sailboats we use are called the flying scott. I've also learned how to rig and raise my own sails. This class is a "watch first, then do" type of learning experience- my favorite kind. All the intricacies of a sailboat that have always captivated me, with her white ropes, perfect knots, huge sails, and rhythmic way their owners moved them using only wind, took on a whole new meaning this week. I have become so much more comfortable steering and adjusting the main sail. There's something so peaceful and powerful just allowing the earth to move you, not forcing it, but rather harnessing it's energy. No gas needed, no rubber tires, no oil changes, no pressures and sensors to tell you how well your engine is running or not running. No windows to roll up or roll down. You quickly realize how powerful wind can be as it moves 5 adults through the water on a seemingly tiny vessel. As long as the wind keeps on blowing, I may or may not give up traveling by all other means altogether.