She's like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. She simply can't stand being pent up at a dock, a dock to which she's been tethered for almost two years with only an occasional trot around the lake with no mast, no sails, no nuthin', just a dream. Now when I unfurl the sails to see how they look, to measure sheets or to simply get a taste of what she'll feel like under sail, it's like she wants to bust the lines, smash right through the dock and keep going...She doesn't have to wait long to feel the wind and ply the water, but so much has to happen between now and then to get her ready. Well, no, actually, she could sail tomorrow, but it'll be more fun if we can tell how fast she's going or how deep the water is beneath her keel. I have a feeling she'll get restless all cooped up in the Puget Sound.