In the Eyes of John Kolius
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I was five or six years old when my two older sisters went off to the summer Girl Scout camp at Casa Mare in Seabrook, Texas. They spent most of the summer sailing Sunfish and came home demanding that the family needed a sail boat. I am guessing that my father must have had a poor summer playing golf because he immediately caved in to their wishes and purchased an O’Day Daysailor. From that day on, sailing was the name of the game at the Kolius household. I am sure that my dad did not foresee his only son making a mess of his college education by spending most of his waking hours training for the Olympics, then turning that experience into a sail making career, which eventually led to working for five different America’s Cup campaigns. You just never know what will come from a decision made after a bad day on the golf course.
My fondest memory of growing up sailing was the birthday present of a lifetime: my first sailboat! In an instant I became a Sunfish addict, and still sail them when I can. I consider it the “thinking man’s Laser.” (In other words, I really don’t like hiking too much.) I spent all of my youth either on the Sunfish, on my parents Pilot 35, or messing around in boatyards or boat stores. “Bay Rats” was the name bestowed upon myself and my summer sailing buddies, and looking back, I can’t think of a better way to describe us. |
