Brought some friends — David and Bo — along to move Red Ranger from West River back down to Herrington Harbour.
They'd never seen Red Ranger before, and hadn't fully appreciated how much boat she is.
The winds were light, and — of course — on the nose, so we motored for an hour or so. Revisited old times. Talked about family. Planned future parties.
When the wind clocked a bit, we could put up the sails for another couple of hours, and drift down the bay, close-hauled.
It was an ideal afternoon.
They had to continue on to Virginia Beach, so they spent a night in a nearby hotel before leaving in the morning to continue south.