Just finished 4 days of sailing in some great weather. Second to last day out, I was sailing solo on the wire, screaming along on a slightly broad reach, occasionally flying a hull. I was just enjoying the thrill of the wind, salt and speed. I happened to glance over at the starboard hull and noticed it nose under a wave nearly up to the striker. Before I could back off the mainsail, it dug under another wave and I was ass over tea-kettle, Peter Pan style into the water.
So, I sat there for a moment, gathering myself together. To my right, was my recently flipped Hobie, to my left were my sunglasses and hat still afloat in the water. I regrouped and spent the next 10 minutes righting the boat. It came up easily.
Two days later, I'm sore and bruised and stiff from the 4 days of excitement. I have the mind of a 16 year old but certainly not the body. My girlfriend calls me a risk taker, thinks I'm crazy for going out in rough weather alone, hiking out and flying a hull. She asked me what I learned from the experience. I told her, "I learned nothing" and can't wait to get out and sail again. She thinks I'm nuts.
Edited by motivated on Aug 22, 2011 - 08:17 AM.
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Karl, Captain of Stayin' Thirsty
2011 Hobie 16SE
Atlanta, GA
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