Overheard on the VHF the other day while cruising along at a brisk 6.5 knots…

Boat #1 “Where are you right now?”

Boat #2 “I’m coming up on some slow trawler…”  (Yeah, that would be us. Ahead we see something large up on plane, rapidly approaching.)

Boat # 1 “I think I see you. How fast you going?”

Boat #2 “Thirty-three.”

Boat #1 “How fast?”

Boat #2 “Thirty-three.  Three three.”

Boat #1 “Really? That’s great. Where you headed?”

Boat #2 “The gas dock.”

That laughter they heard as they raced past was us, putt-putting along at one gallon an hour. We’ve been on the water every weekend since we fixed the steering while most everyone around us stays tied to the docks in their high-speed fuel guzzlers. The waters are being reclaimed by the slow and the wind-powered! Victory for those with no wake!