Everyone has a recollection about their childhood boating
experiences. Valerie Axel recalls fondly growing up on Chesapeake Bay as a
continuous adventure. She related her story while sailing the York River with
her husband Neil on a magnificent spring afternoon.
“We spent the summers cruising the Bay in my father’s
48-foot Chris Craft. He was a physician and he used the boat to get away from
it all. He would spend hours down in the bilge working on the engine. I
remember there was a lot of teak to care of. We weathered some pretty bad
storms out there, and he always handled them very well. To dock the boat at a
marina, he would send me up on the bow in my bikini and the boys would come
running to grab those lines.” Val estimated her parents cruised almost 40 years
on the Chris Craft.
Today the Axels live in Columbia, Maryland, the first planned
community in America. They’re close to Annapolis, the sailing capital of
America.
Neil’s summer recollections were quite different. “We grew up on Long Island, in Jamaica. “My parents went on
vacations but they didn’t take us along with them.”
What?
“They sent us to summer camp. They told us that if we went
to all those places with them that we wouldn’t want to go back when we grew up
and became adults.” I was amused at such a disingenuous rationalization by
parents. “The only time we went with them was to Mont Blanc near Montreal, and then
another summer we went to the Catskills.” I estimated the Catskills were an
hour away from Long Island. Such a deal.
As things turned out, the couple has done considerable
traveling. Val went with a friend to tour Vietnam, and together they’ve been to
all manner of ski resorts and abroad.
We wore life preservers because the winds were piping 13-15
mph and the boat heeled continuously. Neil brought up my restriction by the US
Coast Guard for Class I life preservers and the USCG rule that I can only take
six passengers.
“It’s interesting that you can’t take seven. We found a
bottle of French wine in Australia called 19 Crimes. The corks described each
crime and its punishment. One was about a French captain who had too many
passengers on his ship and it went down, drowning a person. His punishment was to
be exiled from France to Australia, which of course was settled by criminals.”
Even though her Chesapeake experience focused on motorboats,
Val was quite adroit on the helm of the sailboat. She got the gist of the wind
theory quickly and tacked up the York River past Yorktown and under the Coleman
Bridge before passing two Navy destroyers, the USS Mitscher and USS Paul
Hamilton.
Neil did well too, though he asked a few times to verify
that the boat couldn’t tip over. “Years ago Val and I were on a catamaran with
another couple and it tipped over.” In fact it turtled, meaning the mast was
upside down and in danger of falling off the boat. “Actually the mast got stuck
in the mud and broke. We felt terrible because the kid at the beach boat rental
probably shouldn’t have let four people on such a small catamaran.”
I narrated the two battles of 1781, including how Alexander
Hamilton became famous overnight for leading the charge of Redoubt 10. Val and
Neil became the first people I ever met who have seen the Broadway play
“Hamilton.” Val said, “It was a bus tour when the play was new. I think the
tickets for the entire evening cost us $180.”
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