I was born Tuesday 9/21/10.
My sin was not trusting my instincts enough to speak up. I was taught to sail by and was at the time sailing with the same rather "bossy" personality. Enough background.
We went on vacation
in the "trailer sailer" that I adore - without her I wouldn't get to go at all. Spent 2 days sailin' in heaven - everything perfect.
On the eve of the 2nd day we headed up the channel in a bay with its very own under water
obstacle course for those who dare stray from the channel. The plan was to duck under the bridge, row ashore, make a short stop at a conveinince store, grab a bit to eat, and head
back out before dark. It was a full moon. So running after dark was part of the initial plan. When we achored, I knew we were to close to shore and didn't speak up - at least not loudly enough to be heard. When we were aground, I found a little redemption in the fact that my "captain" did relax a bit and take a nap when I reminded him that our little boat could handle her situation just fine till the tide came back in, and we had karaoke from the shore for entertainment. Wine, sunset, calm water
under a crooked boat, and karaoke, who could ask for more.
It all went back south after the nap.
1. I didn't say, we should anchor
out further and stay the night.
2. I didn't say, adamantly enough
, "lets go back and anchor
when we first felt the wind coming under the bridge. Instead, we dropped the sails
and started the motor
3. I didn't say it again when the wind and waves on the other side of the bridge were too much for our little rig.
4. I finally said it
when a wave came over the stern, broke the motor
bracket in two and took the motor with it. At that point the wind and waves apparently agreed and were doing their best to send us right back to the bridge at a rediculous pace. Yet my captain
still disagreed and refused to go back under the bridge. In his defense, there was not much room to turn around and we were already being blown out of the channel. So jib
up and onward we went. We spent the next 2 hours praying and searching desperately for the now mystery channel markers while blindly making our way through the obstacle course of the bay. Try as we might we couldn't convince the wind to let us back in.
The tale ended with a long rough ride to sun up, a sunken motor, a broken tiller, exhaustion, and damaged pride. I thought we were incredibly fortunate, but I made the comment while babying the tiller and waiting on sunrise that, "maybe we were trying to force something that wasn't supposed to be." My captain
replied, "This is something that you really love. Hold that though until you get home and have time to think about it." I listened and followed his advice. It isn't that it "isn't supposed to be." The lessons were: 1) Intuition is real: speak up (loud and proud) and 2) we need a sturdier boat - We were only in 2-3 foot sees with 20 knot
winds. Day sailers are daysailers - no matter how much you love them, and you can't count out the weather
to behave. Apparently he listened to his advice too: He says he is done sailing, . . . . . . . but I'm not!
are Gods classroom - if you can't learn from them, you will never graduate.