Ah, the lament of mothers in ages past. The youngest has gone to sea.
Of course, in this case, we sent her to camp aboard a tall ship, the SSV Tole Mour, and will pick her up at the week's end. The SSV designation means she is a sailing school, and they train by ASTA (American Sail Training Association) standards.
The daughter will have an assigned line (last year it was the mizzen downhaul, which she really liked because it was right by the helm); they have 3 watches for their sailing duties, and by rough calculation based on the GPS transponder on board, they hit 11 knots today. Not bad.
I'm publishing this a full two months after I started it, so I guess it isn't cheating to say that the daughter had more than an assigned line to haul. She was the mate for the fore gaff sail (I'll have to get the really-o, truly-o correct name later, she's konked out right now) on her watch. And there were older, more experienced kids aboard. Yeah! That's my girl.