The shortest voyage
I was lying in bed early on New Year’s Day 2022 and suddenly I remembered that the weather forecast was for low fifties and a period without rain. Why not take a walk down to the lagoon and do a little sailing I said to myself, it might be my last chance till after the spring ice. After breakfast I plugged in my transmitter and receiver batteries, took a bath, and did things around the house. My phone said the drizzle was supposed to stop around 1:00. Shortly before then I went outside to the front lawn to see if there was any wind at all which there wasn’t. Not even the slightest puff. No branch on any tree was moving at all. After smelling the damp air a bit I decided to grab the boat anyway and head down to the lagoon. When I got down to the river there was a beautiful mist rising from the mirror smooth water, and I mean mirror smooth. Not a ripple in sight. I knew from long experience that appearances can be deceiving, there might be a tiny breath along the ledge, just enough ...