One Sunday the 12th my dad took Matt and I sailing on his boat. He keeps the boat on White Lake, which is the same lake we vacationed on two years ago with my parents, my sister and my brother's families. We motored out through the lake and then sailed on Lake Michigan. It was a perfect day. Sunny but not too hot and just enough breeze for a little sail.
Here is my dad's boat. Her name is Kestrel.
Here is my husband, the trusty captain of this fine boat.
Raising the sail!
Okay, we weren't actually sailing yet, just getting the sail ready. Here we are motoring out through the channel in to Lake Michigan.
Hey look! Here I am! I really was on vacation, I have the pictures to prove it! I didn't enjoy captaining the boat (is that a real word? captaining?) because all I could do was stare at the compass to make sure I was going the right way. And then most of the time, I wasn't anyways.
Portrait of my handsome dad and I. He will be 62 this year (or is already 62. Shit. I can't remember). Can you believe that handsome devil is a senior citizen?