Shaking the Sheets

  Wow that was a fast year. It is almost SF Boat Show time.
  The Yacht club is having a class on boating. General safety, knots, bad weather, you know, boat stuff. I am really excited to be going to the classes. I feel pretty confident that I will be walking away with alot of knowledge in the next month or so. It seems that most all the people I know around the docks are going. There is also another class we were chatting about, that is like 2 weeks, every night, and the yacht club classes are Monday nights, for a couple of months. We opted out for this class. When Cap'n gets off work, he doesn't have enough time to get back to Benicia in time for class.
  We had a chance to get away from the docks last weekend, we headed toward Angle Island. We stayed at Dillon Point friday night, and headed out around 7:30am'ish.  Getting to Richardson Bay was a piece of cake. The wind at our back, going wing~on~wing most the way. And you know what that means, Wind on the nose the whole way back.

  We were playing with the Genoa, it is the big sail on the bow. We had a blast, a couple of our tacks were quite comical, trying to move the main traveler while we tacked was an adventure. There were seals on the buoys, they threw quite a fit when we passed real close, boy them buggers are loud. It was pretty nice both days out. We got to Richardson Bay before sunset. Our Cap'n took the dinghy aka 'potty boat' off the transom, and we went to shore for some much needed R&R for the crew. There are alot of vagabond boats there, It was pretty busy, so we had to anchor way past the main channel, and rowed all the way there. The vagabonds all hang at the park you have to beach the boat on. Then go back out to their boats.
   While on our way we passed a wicked neat boat, kinda Batman/James Bond type, but it was huge. You can kinda get a feel of the size of this boat with a sailboat just off it's bow. The back deck was like a back patio, with one of those biggo BBQs on it.
  It is kinda funny how I stow everything before we head out sailing, and for the most part it all stays put, then you get the sheets tight and she dips a rail, and everything goes everywhere. The picture is straight, but if you look at the clock on the navigation station, you can tell we are not flat. And I thought the towel is a great way to show you it the other way. Towel straight, head walk through heeled over.
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