For me and my first mate, Jane, Queen City provides a real separation, geographically and spiritually, from the city's angst. I believe the breeze on the Queen, as she heads across the bay, has blown away more cares than all the valium that ever went over the counters in Metro. Once there, it doesn't take long to realize that Q.C.Y.C. is laid back, definitely low tech. When I first participated in the launching and hauling of boats, for instance, I couldn't believe it. Surely Columbus moved his boats with more ease.
Sailing is all about going slow.
It's a joyful anachronism allowing you to get in touch with the past - and yourself. The big north windows at the end of the Great Hall, and also the white-railed veranda balcony, overlook what I think is the most enviable of all views of the Toronto skyline. There's no doubt that the warmth of the old place affects the members. Among those on the lake that are in the know, the Club's parties are famous. If it's a little competition and a chance to improve your sailing skills you want, come Wednesday evenings.