What kind?

Lonny wrote:
It was a Bristol.

Nice.


....We had reduced sail considerably, but the captain decided to
continue pretty much on course in order to get through the 35 miles or
so of the stream as quickly as possible and not wallow in it. Most of
reason for having a rail in the water was because of the wave shape,
anyway, not wind.

That's the kind of call I hate to make... press on, following an uncomfortable and
stressful course, or take it easier and stay in the muck longer. Each has it's
attractions.





I know the mentality of this group - or lack thereof - and will take
some guff for posting my experiences here. Some of my experiences
include mistakes. But the reason I post these sorts of stories is not
for my ego, but rather to teach others. Or let others learn from my
experiences, even if they contain mistakes.

Realize too, that it is always easy to be a star quarterback on Monday
morning.

Heck yeah. Hindsight is always 20/20

We picked up a net on the rudder, on a delivery cruise I made with my father. This was
during a thunderstorm, which last only 45 minutes but it seemed like a lifetime. It ended
up busting the fitting connecting the top of the rudder post the tiller. After that, we
got the mainsail (reefed on a roll-up boom, boy am I glad those days are gone) down &
secured and set a small jib so we could run into shelter. Eventually we anchored just
inside a point at the mouth of a river. We couldn't maneuver to follow the channel any
further in. That was a bad day, which ended with a midnight tow (thru the residual slop &
chop) into a safe harbor.

Thunderstorms can be glorious to watch but can be miserable to get bashed around in.

Fresh Breezes- Doug King