If we can all overlook the legalities of what constitutes ownership for a sec...... Wednesday I took future Journey out of her slip for the first time. It wasn't a very long cruise; nearly six minutes passed from the dropping of the lines to arrival in the center of the creek where we were to anchor for Earl's anticipated arrival. But for those six minutes, she was all mine! I learned that she handles very differently from old Journey, but she is thirteen feet longer. As I maneuvered for the next half hour or so that it took to set the two storm anchors, I learned the intricacies of welding a large wheel, instead of the tiller I have mastered. I am used to pointing the tiller where I want the bow to go in reverse. I had to relearn to turn the wheel in the direction I wanted the stern to go. Must have figured it out, as I didn't smush any other boats, and the anchors ended up right where Al wanted them. It's like a first kiss. I'll remember it forever, but the details are a little fuzzy because of the excitement of the moment. Fortunately, a friend took pictures to immortalize the event.