I’m writing this in my spare minutes between packing for our first overnight family “water camping” trip tonight at the Corinthian Yacht Club in Cape May, NJ. Today Grey is racing in a sailing regatta that goes from Lewes to Cape May and then this afternoon Ollie and I are taking the ferry across the bay to meet him for the rest of the weekend and (hopefully) his trophy acceptance speech.
Of course, I waited too long to book a hotel or B&B for our stay, so until last night, we didn’t even think we’d have a place to stay in Cape May. But, miraculously, some nice gentleman from the Corinthian Yacht Club offered us his 52″ Bertram for our evening lodgings. Just to give you an idea — a new Bertram yacht costs around 2.5 million big ones, so when I say, “water camping” — we’ll be far from roughing it.
This is why I love sailors. They are such a generous type — always willing to offer you a cold beer or their million dollar yacht for your personal use. Would a virtual stranger let you into their home for an overnight visit? A race car driver offer you his car? I think not. Or a golfer let you use his favorite putter? Doubtful. But there seems to be some unspoken law of the water that all yachtsmen and women look out for one another. I wish I could reciprocate this generosity by offering our host a stay on my pimped out cabin cruiser, but sadly I could only suggest he sleep in my back yard in a tent or in my filthy car.
So tonight I’m sure Ollie and Grey will be in heaven aboard this floating fishing manse. I’ll just be happy we’re not actually camping (something that seems much too similar to a stay in hell). I’ll post some follow up pics of Ollie in his PJs and life vest!