I awoke excited to see Little Bird this morning. I hadn’t visited her for almost 2 weeks. A hoped for sail between Christmas and New Years didn’t happen. I do however catch a frequent glimpse of her green hull across the creek through the trees. Her proud bow points her sprit in my direction to face those days of NE winds that beat a path downriver. I imagine Bird saying, “I’m here. Let’s go.”

We’ve shared some lovely sails and overnight cruises this past year. Now winterized, bare of sails and under cover, Little Bird will once again wait patiently for a haul out and freshen up. That will be sooner than we expect, but not soon enough. New gunnel guard is planned for the dinghy Gigi. She will be a better freight and dog hauler for future cruises. The pram Tuna though significantly lighter is a wee under what’s needed here.

The days are getting longer. We can dream of Spring, some boatyard work and that first overnighter which has always been sublime-