Frankly, you shouldn't even have a concern about this experience. While it may have been eye opening it is just part of the
learning experience. As for the attendants they've forgotten all about it and likely need to "rescue" someone weekly or more.
We all have a tale or two about
learning how to sail. As a 22 year old buyer of a new Swing
Keel Catalina 22 (1986) I didn't know how to sail. I had only been on one sailboat my entire life, a cruising
Catamaran in Lake Tahoe for a one hour sail around the lake. I was hooked and had bought the above within six months.
The first time I took my brand
new boat out the used
outboard motor died. Its was the only
motor we could afford we had paid a lot of
money for that sailboat, had a mortgage, etc., Pulled away from the
dock and it conked out. Fortunately we were in Alamitos Bay Long Beach, CA and the harbor patrol was passing by. They saw us struggling to keep the
boat from hitting the jetty rocks (my brother had hopped out into the
water and climbed up onto the jetty rocks and physically held the boat from hitting the rocks). My wife took the line from the harbor patrol and snubbed it to a cleat while I steered us towards the boat
ramp.
I just thought I'd glide her into the
ramp and we'd jump out and hold her steady until I went and got the
trailer (youth) not thinking about the damage that could occur to the boat. As we got near the ramp the Harbor Patrol guy(s) started pointing towards a sandy beach (about a 10' x 10' area) and when I wasn't pointing the bow that way they eventually circled back into the center of the bay giving me an earful as to why I needed to protect the "hull".
I remember specifically questioning them "What's a hull"?. I was clueless. They simply headed me back towards the sandy beach and by that time I followed their request and pointed the bow towards the beach only to find about a dozen onlookers from the adjacent loading ramp standing on the beach waiting the receive us. Got away with only damage to my ego.
Fast forward three weeks (a very long three weeks) and I had pretty much studied every page of Chapman's Book of Piloting and was ready to use my sailboat. New
engine in check we motored away from the
dock,
sails all hanked on and ready to go. When we got into the middle of Alamitos Bay we were ready to raise
sails for the first time.
I at the tiller and my wife at the
mast she lifted the
mainsail and low and behold our boat started to move. The only problem was it was going around in circles. Round and round we went. It was a relatively light breeze day at somewhere in the 8-12
knot range. We went round and round and after trying to figure out why, in between making sure we didn't run into any other
boats passing by (and they were looking at us) we hear a loud speaker say "put your
keel down". I wasn't sure what they initially said but I heard it a second time, and when I looked up I could see the harbor patrol tower. I assumed it was them talking over a loud speaker out into the harbor.
The third time they said it another sailboat was passing by and they all yelled out in unison, "put the "Fing" keel down". Not quite knowing what I was doing I told my wife to lower the
mainsail which she did and it spilled down onto the
deck and into the
cockpit. Egos bruised and feeling anxious we decided to motor around the bay after getting the mainsail all tied up onto the
mast.
It wasn't until the third attempt that we were able to get the sails up, turn off the motor, and experience sailing under sails alone. We even dredged up the courage to leave to harbor and exit into the semi protected outer harbor and sail around one of the islands in the outer harbor.
Ten years later I
sold that boat (I had already bought a 32' cruising boat) to a professor at the UofA and his stock
broker wife. They planned to
trailer it to a lake somewhere outside Phoenix, AZ and eventually after spending sometime on her trailering her down to
San Carlos Mx and spending sometime on the
Sea of Cortez.
I probably spoke to them a half dozen times in the fist six months they had tons of questions. Then I didn't speak with them for about five years when I received an
email from the wife that they were heading down to
San Carlos the next day. I assume they're still there since I've never heard form them again, lol.
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Originally Posted by ppvora
Hello All,
I'm a 56-year old (male) college professor. In late August 2016, I took the ASA 101 course at a sailing school on the Chesapeake Bay and (easily) passed it. Since then, I haven't had much of a chance to go sailing due to various factors. However, this year, I decided to get a season pass at the boat rental place at the local lake. The local lake is a tiny "man-made" lake (they built a dam to fill up a depression in the land). My intention was to grab the centerboard day sailers (15 footers) they have there, to practice my basic sailing skills, then probably next season find a reasonably-priced second-hand boat and go sailing on the Chesapeake Bay....maybe more in the future.
However, a certain incident occurred that has kinda' scared me a bit: The first time I went out, the wind at the local lake was going 7-8 knots with gusts of upto 10. I went out maybe 0.5 NM and turned in such a way that the boat keeled over on the side that I was sitting. In a split second I was thrown overboard and the boat flipped over with me underneath. I was wearing my life-jacket, and without realizing it even, I was able to raise the hull and come out from underneath. The boat rental center takes safety very seriously and they always have one person as a lookout for all their rentals that go out. They saw me and two persons there jumped into a motor-boat and were at my side in no time. They pulled me onto their boat.
I think I'm a fairly risk-averse person and, generally speaking, like to err on the side of safety. For example, in my 38 years of driving, I have never received a ticket for a moving violation.
Later that day the following emotions ran through me:
1. Depression: "This is the end of my sailing career -- even before I seriously started."
2. Extreme embarrassment: "Those guys at the rental place are laughing their asses off thinking about the old fool who thought he knew how to sail. How will I even make my way there again?"
3. Fear: "Wow, that was closest I've come to within inches of my life."
4. Fear (another type): Of getting verbally chewed out by The One Who Must Be Obeyed. [She didn't]
Anyway, I'm writing to seek some advise and encouragement. Is an event like this unusual? Was I foolish? I kinda' like to be by myself sometimes and it's unlikely (if I ever make it to owning a real sailboat) that I will sail the Chesapeake with others -- this is MY thing. Besides, The One gets seasick if she even sees a boat, so no chance of convincing her to join in the fun.
Any advice, stories, encouragement, even discouragement ("You fool, it's people like you who give sailing a bad name!") is appreciated provided it's honest.
Thank-you all.
-Premal
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