Sailing

Grayson and I went down to the dock to pick up Dillon (Gray’s son). As he sailed into the port, totally in control of the small sail boat, despite the extremely windy conditions, I could sense the pride that Gray felt, definitely a ‘that’s my boy’ moment.

I heard some screaming and yelling off to the left. One of the boats that was towed back, because most could not ride the wind, was starting to drift away. The instructors in three speedboats were in total control at all times, but this young lass was panicking.

A few seconds after this shot, the situation was dealt with. Nothing really to panick about, but when you are a beginner, I guess things look a tad different!

Dave