Cap’n Bligh

My friends are always envious when I tell them my father had a yacht and we sailed Georgian Bay every summer. They imagine the sun and crystal clear waters. I tell them they should imagine spending two teenage weeks cooped up in small spaces with their parents. And Dad was no social sailor, tying up late afternoon to do the cocktail circuit around the docks. We sailed hard until the last light of day, then to bed so we could be up at the crack of dawn. Around us we could hear the music and partying late into the night.