s a i l i n g

One of my favorite (albeit, weirdest) memories of my Dad happened while I was in high school. I think I was a Senior? My Dad woke me up one Saturday morning after he had been garage sale-ing. (Always a good sign...) He told me he bought a sail boat (really just a catamaran). He dragged me out of bed to come see. It was orange and yellow, and had some dumb trampoline thing that you sat on while you "sailed." I was so confused. My Dad didn't know how to sail. At all. AT ALL! But he had done a lot of reading and been a few times, so it would all work out, right?            

Which brings me to one of the things I admire most about him. He didn't know to sail but he didn't care, he wanted to learn, so he was going to! And he did. And boy was he committed. We all poked fun of him as he would take his little cat down to the lake, lift up the mast, and hope to make it out of the marina without the motor dying and without forgetting to put the plugs into the boat before we sank. ALWAYS an adventure. It was honestly weird how much he didn't seem to mind how things never quite went right.

Through it all though Kev became a real captain! AND he finally got a real sailboat. So now, we can head out on the lake with the whole family without getting wet, we can eat lunch on the lake (or airheads for Wes) and relax on the boat, with just the sound of the sails, no loud motor. And after all the mishaps Kev became a remarkably good sailor and I think (co-captain) Tanner even has the bug too. (Yay!) I love it. I love that he took something he knew nothing about, and with total confidence ran with it, and made something out of it! Most of all, I love how much we benefit from it :)

P.S. We missed you Kristen!!!