There’s no thrill in easy sailing when the skies are clear and blue, there’s no joy in merely doing things that anyone can do. But there’s pure satisfaction that’s mighty sweet to take, when you reach a destination that you never thought you’d make.

–Author Unknown

I have lived the great majority of my life in coastal communities. I’ve walked beaches and collected shells; drawn inspiration from the rhythm of ocean waters and spent the happiest of moments gathering and cooking the gifts of the sea.

I once cruised the Western Caribbean, flew over the Atlantic, and ferried across the North Sea. But I’ve never experienced the thrill of sailing. For that reason I drove south on Highway 20 Wednesday afternoon so I could take in the beauty and celebration that is Race Week.

It was a party for all and the greatest of fun to watch. The sails are the first thing that take my breath away. The colors, in contrast to the deep blue water, clear sky and snow-covered mountain peaks, are enchanting not only to me but many others, drawing people of all ages from their normal routines to take in the experience. Some shouted encouragement and waved to friends. Others took photos using equipment so impressive it signaled to us all their photography is no passing fancy. I counted half a dozen fine artists sketching or stroking paint over their canvases.

I enjoyed hearing observers identify various boats and their crews as they sat in the sun, sipping their iced coffees, petting their dogs, or holding the hands of their grandchildren. The sunshine warmed our backs and the party atmosphere enlivened us all.

I also sensed a competitive edge surrounding some boats as their crews worked with rhythmic intensity, not looking out at the land lovers. Sometimes a lone boat would sail past the throng; at other times scores of tightly packed vessels would cut through the waters in unison. Motor boats scurried here and there and I marveled at the complexity of the dance.

It’s a world I know almost nothing about. Its members use a language I do not speak. I wonder how many participants in this year’s series of races are veterans and how many are novices, thrilled by the invitation to come sailing … out in the moist, salty air; cutting through blue waters; harnessing the power of the wind. Enlivened by the spirit of the people, the food and drink, it must be a wonderful to try something new and meet the people who already know how great sailing can be.

Is there a destination you’d give anything to reach? Is there a world you’d like to explore? Do you have a “Bucket List”? Do you have a secret desire or interest? The days are long and warm. There are many unique groups on Whidbey Island, filled with people with passion and the desire to mentor those with a growing interest. There are talented and caring people all around us. Go sail those unknown waters and discover the satisfaction!

Reach Joan Bay Klope at faithfulliving@hotmail.com.