Uncle Forrest allowed me to take out his 25-foot racing boat, the Keewaydin. She was a joy and a job to sail. Holding the mainsheet alone in any considerable breeze kept one busy. There was a correspondingly heavy centerboard to manage, and with the staysail also, one was kept very busy. But it was more than rewarding. She was a responsive, fast boat. From Campbell Harvery Manuscript

Perhaps a wind would come up. That meant an evening sail, especially on a lovely, moonlit night. So we’d get up a congenial crowd and off we’d go in the roomy, comfortable Islander. Those were unforgettable times. The wind at night is generally steadier than in the day. All was quiet except for the noise of the water on the bow or the rigging or coming about. Occasionally we sang. In a couple of hours we were very sleepy, and so we landed half asleep. From Campbell Harvery Manuscript