We were out one day when I knew the forecast
was dodgy. A front had basically stalled within a few miles of our sailing area. Our son was quite young but the boat was strong and I was confident. Thunderstorms and squalls were running along the stalled front. We caught a nasty one - I could see it coming. The sky went green and the roiling clouds dropped to the deck
. I got the deck
squared away and was planning on scooting back and forth downwind of a gravel bar marked by a nun buoy. I sent the crew below while I kept watch in the cockpit
The squall passed by within 30 minutes. Winds were measured on shore in excess of 60kts. It was all much fun. When the storm had passed I went below to check on the crew. I learned that the radio
had squawked a pon pon with a boat calling for assistance. It turns out a man had gone out with his wife, teenaged son and daughter for a day sail on his new 40' sailboat. Apparently he failed to monitor
reports and failed (inexplicably) the obvious signs right over his head
. He reportedly had all his sail up when the squall hit. When his boat capsized, his wife and daughter had gone overboard
. The man immediately jumped in after them. Only the teenaged son maintained a semblance of sanity - stayed on board, secured the sails
and came round to pick up his father, mother and sister - despite never having sailed before.
I begged my wife to go to the dock
to meet this hapless family
as I was certain I could have that 40' boat for a song, after this fool's wife got thru with him.
Did any of those other bikers take you up on your offer, Ex-Calif?