My last morning at Minorca Sailing.
We start our journey home this afternoon.
It was blowing Force 4 this morning with a forecast to build during the day.
It was the day of the pursuit race, but I opted to go for a blast by myself around Fornells Bay. In a Laser, of course.
I left the beach on port tack sailing upwind, sailed about two thirds of the way across the bay, and tacked on to starboard. I was heading due north towards the mouth of the bay.
I could make a break for freedom on the open sea!
It's only 300 miles or so to Marseilles.
Cheat the nursing home. Die on your Laser!
I think the Minorca Sailing rescue service was watching me.
As soon as I got as far north as Fornells Harbor they sent a safety boat out to keep an eye on me.
Only kidding guys.
I sailed up and down the bay all morning.
Some running. Lots of reaching.
Screaming planing reaches even.
I stopped for a while on the east side of the bay to rest and just soak in the surroundings.
Man, I love this place.
When I die, I don't want to go to heaven. I want to go to Minorca Sailing.
All too soon, it was time to head back to the beach. To have some lunch, dry my clothes, pack my bags, and head for the airport.
Life is good.
I hear it's going to be below freezing tonight back home.
PS. If you found this post via the Google because you were looking for information about the Last Blast Regatta at Quannapowitt YC tomorrow, the NOR is here. I wonder who will win the first race this year?
PPS. This post about my 53rd Laser sail of 2012 is sponsored by Prairie Dog Granola Bars - "healthier than chewing tobacco and you don't have to spit."