Despite growing up in Lovell, Wy (or perhaps because of?), my dad was a true waterman at heart. My favorite memories with him all seem to revolve around the water... fly-fishing, kayaking, sailing, white-water rafting, body-surfing, skiing (frozen water, in this case). If there was water involved, he was happy. Sailing ended up taking most of our attention, and gave us some excellent memories: the time we cartwheeled a 18 ft hobie cat down the beach thanks to a breeze stronger than we were smart; the time we turtled one of our hobies on the Potomac and had to be rescued by coast guard (or whoever it was that saved us); the time we left Pop clinging to the sea wall of the Potomac after having to push the boat off of the wall, leaving him to walk 2+ miles back to the marina in his wet swimsuit. Fortunately it wasn't all learning by negative experience: there was also the day we took the hobie out in 20 kt winds, when all the other boats were coming off the water, and had an epic day on the water, cruising about 10 miles down the Potomac and back at 12+ kts, flying a hull the entire way; and the week we got to spend together cruising the BVIs just two weeks before he passed away; and adventures traveling the world to watch the America's Cup races. Wouldn't trade those memories for anything in the world.

