TURNS OUT SAILING IS actually quite a rush. The feel of the salt air on my face and the wind whipping through my hair as we tacked the boat back and forth was exhilarating. Watching dolphins frolic alongside the bow of the boat as we slipped through the water was so mind-blowing that when I reached up and felt how tangled and frizzy my hair had become, I didn’t even mind. Of course, I didn’t plan on telling Scooter that I liked sailing right away. He can be a nightmare to live with when he thinks he’s right. He would feel that he deserved two bowls of Froot Loops for breakfast instead of one.
After a couple of hours, we dropped anchor in a small cove on the north side of the bay for lunch. Penny let me operate the controls for the windlass to lower the anchor. I could see why this might b
