I am reading all these recountings of trips on decent size craft, all the while remembering that the title of the post says
“Smallest boat”.
The trip that comes from the depth of my memories is not a long one by distance, or time by any means. For me though, the brief time ( maybe forty-five minutes), was in my mind the equivalent of circumnavigating the world.
I was lake sailing in my Phantom (see how small in relation to the Mac)
with another fellow in his Sunfish. We were far from shore, and even farther from any hospitable protection when a storm came over the mountains. Rain, lightning, wind, and we are in extremely open craft, inches above the water, with nice lightning rods protruding from each tiny craft. We each made it to shore safely, but that sail back with constant lightning was terrifying to say the least.
As I stated, not a long trip, but in my mind every second on the water in that tiny craft seemed like hours, and every foot traveled seemed like millimeters.
I smile when thinking about it now, but at the time, I was downright scared
it was the longest sail of my life.
This was over forty years ago, yet fresh every time I go sailing and see clouds forming
Ray
and when the moon is out you can see EVERYTHING even at night
It's great sailing.
