New relationships are exciting and talked up to be the best thing in the world, and there is magic to a new love, however, worn-in love is so very much better, and I'm reminded of that every time J and I go sailing.
There is something so amazing about being a strong team with another person. We have a routine and responsibilities, which were never necessarily laid out, but allow us to get on the boat and take off quickly without having to worry that something was missed. Last Saturday, I was particularly struck by the decision making that went on between us, half of which was unspoken.
I say this like marriage and sailing are all sunsets and rainbows. Of course, sailing brings out the arguing, which will later be followed by the apologizing and the making-up. Oh, the making-up. Naturally, there is also the bickering. I never realized when I was young and single, how much fun bickering is. How, sometimes it's all about working out something completely different and sometimes it's pure grumpiness. Sometimes though, it's all about having fun, inside jokes, and memories.
All my memories of sailing with J are good ones. Even when all was not perfect.
I remember a few weeks after we first put the boat on the water, back when we were still getting her figured out and we didn't have a whole lot of practical boat experience, we were persuaded to go out in our first race. All was well until the very last leg. Sailing downwind to the new finish line, the wind came up hard and strong, as it's wont to do on mountain reservoirs, and we had a rooster tail coming off the back of the boat. All was well, until we had to turn into the wind to take the sails down. The mainsheet was stuck (a favorite past time of our mainsheet) and I spun around to see massive amounts of lake water where the starboard rail was supposed to be. "Welcome to the world of sailing," said the wind. "This is called rounding-up."*
J still talks about the other sailors asking him if I was ever going to sail again, and his being a bit confused by this. Not that it didn't freak me out, but we handled it, together.
I remember the time, again when the boat was still new to us, and another couple was sailing with their spinnaker and J convinced me we could follow suit. Only ours is set up for a four man crew, but what the hey! All was well until (surprise!) the mountain wind came up hard and strong, from the very worst possible direction. I've never taken a sail down so fast in my entire life. It took all the adrenaline I could muster to wrestle with that big ol' spinnaker, but I got it down. Then I sat on the cabin ledge until I stopped shaking. Afterward, we laughed about it while J rubbed the rest of the adrenaline out of me and said, "well, at least now we know we can."
Then there was that time we were out sailing on Carter, there was no wind, and it dawned on me I wasn't quite sure how to reef the main, and that might be a handy thing to know. So I go about reefing just for fun. I get to the point where I'm tying the very last line around the main, and the boom tries to pull away from me. I honestly thought J was just messing with me, trying to make me see what it would be like in big wind. So I look up to shoot him that oh-you're-so-funny look, only to notice that suddenly there were giant waves on our tiny little lake. Yup, those mountain winds suddenly came up hard and strong. Zero to Fifty faster that you can say reef the main. In a bit of luck, I wanted to learn a new skill so we were ready for it. That was the
night another boat capsized and later, with 100 mile an hour winds, the docks broke free and wandered off into the middle of the lake.
It was these exciting times,** and learning to race, and just having relaxing sunset sails, that made us stronger sailors and, at the same time, have taught us about the best in each other. That we can push each other, that we can argue and still love, that there is nothing better than being on the water with the one you love as the sun sinks beyond the horizon. There is nothing better, imho, than sailing with the love of my life.
Also, there is something irresistible to me about the smell of sun-warmed skin, sunscreen, and gel coat, on a handsome sailor. Coupled with a wry grin, inside jokes, and a good round of bickering, it's enough to make me fall in love again, and cherish the years that have made this a well-worn, comfortable, and wonderful Old Married Couple love.

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Thank you toTillerman for the inspiration for this post.
*When the tiller gets overpowered and the boat suddenly decides to head straight into the wind, as fast as possible. With a lot of wind, as fast as possible is usually heeled way over.
**You know, I really miss those mountain winds.
***This picture was has not been green-lighted by the subject. If I disappear, you know who to suspect. The other picture was declined and this one chosen to go in it's place. Somehow, this doesn't surprise me.