|In the moment (photo taken by the admiral Donna Briedé)|
Word has it that York Spit used to be an octagonal light house, but ot was abandoned by the coast guard and dynamited. Below is a picture I stole from Wikipedia:
Now it is just some remnants of the steel base, a light and a few radar reflectors that guard the opening of the channel into the York River. It is a pity that they could find someone to take care of this historic lighthouse and that they felt the need to destroy it.
|Remnants of York Spit Light|
After rounding the spit we held the course as close to 270 as we could and zoomed back to the creek we came out of. We had to lay in one small tack to make it. The admiral was on the tiller and I had some time to experiment taking photos. So much for being in the zone (maybe in a different zone). We had some great encounters with dolphins on the way; it was an absolute great sail. Very unlike most of the sails that sailors tell you about; they tell you mostly about all those bad experiences they had.
It was an absolutely great Saturday without many worries, except staying in the zone. One of the worst ways of going off course is by looking back; come to think of it, that is a crazy metaphor for life isn't it?