By now, everyone knows that we are novice sailors. The learning curve is steep in sailing and it has been putting us to the the test. I have learned that some lessons can be learned by reading stories, books, etc. but most of the lessons of sailing have to be learned by experience, most notably my mistakes.
I will never forget setting off from Royal River Boatyard in Yarmouth Maine. We were in the river channel and I pushed in the clutch button to the motor as I shifted it to forward. I only heard the engine rev up and we didn’t go forward, needless to say. That was a quick and painless fix. We motored for a few miles and I kicked up the RPM’s to about 1500. The boat seemed to be going alone nicely. I was looking around a little too much at all of the wonder that was motor sailing and I got out of the tight channel. I felt the keel bog down and the wheel shot over to the starboard side through my light grip. Instinctively, I turned to port and increased the PRM’s. Obviously, we were in too shallow water and Miss Lone Star was dragging on some soft mud. The boat was right in just a few seconds. Aubrey asked, “what happened?” I replied, “nothing” but we both knew what had just happened. I may try to lie to my wife but she always knows. I remember one of her narrations from our films,