We have a lot of cool, gray, wet days here in the Pacific Northwest. But the sun does come out from time to time. And it turns out that when it does, living through the gray and the drizzle is well worth it. The daylight hours are long. The most sophisticated man-made climate control apparatus can only dream of making achieving the temperatures and humidity that we get naturally. The wind carries the fresh smell of the sea, with just a hint of sweetness of land that it picked up as in funneled in through the Strait of Juan de Fuca and tumbled down in the the Puget Sound basin. All around, the waters turn a sparkling blue, the greens and browns of the land pop out, and sparkling white snow capped peaks form the backdrop. Yes, sunny days in the Pacific Northwest are nothing short of idyllic.
Of course, the natural thing to do when blessed with such a day is to take to your boat and surround yourself in the glory of it all. Yea verily, it would be ungrateful, almost immoral, not to enjoy such a blessing by gliding about under a full spread of canvas!
Yet the perfection of the moment is always fleeting. For, at least during the spring, these days never come on a weekend, and the tug of responsibility that comes with remembering that work comes again tomorrow compels one to return to the dock. Which is well, because lacking coercion, it is quite likely that one would never turn for home.
I was playing with Time Lapse video...