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Well we got the neighbor girl to baby sit, stopped by for the ice to get the beer and soda cold got to the lake in time to set up for the 6:30 start time. I am in heaven my wife, who has always been passive about my going sailing, likes the new boat. We start off with a few lessons on tacking, I tail while she grinds. She is doing great. Still nervious about the start with all the boats in the same place. The memories of being T-boned are still nine years fresh. The horn is about to blow for the start and there is Ted in his O'Day day sailer with a shrowd giving way and the mast falling. We drop the sails and start the motor, engine, and head over to help. There go the other boats, Teds dad Ed sails by in his MacGregger 26 and says "you OK". We are along side him and help unship the mast, not bent but the fiberglass deck is all cracked to hell and goen. tie on and off to the docks. As we let him loose I look at Brigitte and say, want to go sailing. Smile and a definite yes. COOL. We skip the first mark and head towards the rest of the boats and catch the tail end of them on the second mark. We go wide so as not to upset there place. The wind is picking up and the boat heals, She says "Does it have to tip so much, Oh thats OK anyway" God I'm in love. We pass a few boats and get to the second to last mark and start to the docks because we don't want to get in the way of the finish. The wind it ten to fifteen and I ask her if she wants to sail a little more. We head off to the other end of the lake the boat has a nice bone in her teeth (had to put that in) head back and then just sail around a little more. When we get back to shore Ted and His dad come over and we open the cold beer. This is the life. One of the race committee comes over and thanks us for helping out with the dissabled boat. This is the life.
Doug and Duane, We are in the middle of California, in a little Army Corp. lake called Lake Yosemite. It is not in Yosemite, but if you follow the Merced river out of the park it goes past a town called Merced and that's where the lake is. We have 3 Cat 25, a bunch of Cat 22, various Ventures, and about 6 Mcgreggor 25 or 26's. And I tell you I have never met a nicer group of people in my life. Any time you all come through Ca. give us a call. <img src=icon_smile.gif border=0 align=middle>, PS Ed Montague is just down the road at Don Pedro.
Matt, you lucky dog.........perhaps we should start a whole string dedicated to making the sailing thing work for our wives...I took this whole thing one slow step at a time and incorporated my wife every step to make sure she could get into it. It was not a natural thing for her, and there have been times that I went to fast for her but as soon as I recognized that I backed up and slowed down to give her time to catch up. Now we are off to 12 days charter sailing in the Virgin Islands...I will let you know how that goes (we are with a group of 8 boats from Hill Country Yacht Club, Canyon Lake, Texas......, my wife sailed for over an hour last weekend at the helm...we are getting there....one step at a time, Steve Steakley Moon Chaser #385
Were you at Canyon Wednesday evening? I was trailing what I believe to be a 250 into the Canyon Lake Marina Wednesday evening around 8:00 or so but lost sight of it entering the slips. I had my hands full with four kids, wife and father-in-law on board (in other words, I was single-handing). We've never met, but hope to run into you some day out at the lake. I keep my 250 dry-slipped up on the hill.
Anyway, congrats on the trip to the islands. My wife and I went to the BVI a year ago for two weeks bareboating with some friends on a Beneteau 463. As I describe it: I LOVED it, my wife survived it! Bless her heart, I thought I'd lost her from ever setting foot on a boat again. She spent the better part of the two weeks on the verge of sickness. She couldn't take the 'rolliness' of the constant swell.
However, time heals all wounds. She was actually the motivating force behind getting the 250 (I was settled on a used C22 I found in Austin; she thought it was too small). She's slowly getting more interested in the actual sailing and working of the boat and seems to enjoy it.
Have a great time in the Virgins. I can't wait to go back. What a great place to sail and relax. Maybe our paths will cross out at Canyon Lake and you can tell me how it went. Happy sails. . .
Bren Peterson C250WB, #642, "Ruah" San Antonio, TX
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