They probably go together. If we leave behind the world of late Friday night phone calls to round up crew, skipper's meetings at 8 a.m., jibe sets at the weather mark, torn chutes and protest meetings at 6 p.m., we might find ourselves in the kinder, gentler world of pleasure sailing. Beating Joe to the mark is irrelevant. Finding that extra 10th of a knot on the reach is meaningless. What is left after we strip away the hassle of racing is the pure joy of doing something as disconnected from our cyber world as possible.
Sailing becomes a pure escapist pursuit.
This is good. There is no modem to wrestle. The screen won't mysteriously go blank. You can bask in a pure analog world. Now you are sailing just for your own amusement.