If you've just read Bill's February Blog, keep on reading, if not, you need to read his version of this disaster first, so hop on over to Bill's Blog and catch up.

The whole scene was hysterical.  We set off first thing after breakfast and headed for the sail boats.  The "Plan," or so I thought, was to get a lesson or two and then sedately venture out on our own... near shore in light winds.  Next thing I knew Captain Bill was telling the sailing instructor he had experience.  I know that the sailing instructor knew that we had absolutely NO practical experience by the look on my face, but he still, much to my surprise, gave Bill the boat.  Go figure!  I, in my infinite stupidity, actually got in the boat instead of running for the hills.  To this day, I can't believe I got in the boat!

So off we went, and I must admit, the Captain did quite well launching us and taking us out to the buoy.  Then the fun began.  The Captain says, "coming about."  I knew enough to duck, but I wasn't ready for the dunking I got.  My immediate response, after I stopped laughing, was, "okay, bright boy, now what do we do?"  I could not believe my ears when he confidently assured me that he knew how to right the boat because he had, 'read it in chapter 6.'  Next thing I knew, he was standing on the centerboard and climbing on the boat.  The boat took off like a rocket once he was aboard... without me!  I was NOT a happy camper.

Fortunately, Captain Bill likes me and he managed to come about (sans the dunking part) before he hit Africa and come back for me.  Then the foolish man asked if I wanted to do it all again.  Not bloody likely!  Basically, I told him to come back after his 1,000 mile checkup and I'd think about it.

He did and it all worked out just dandy as we're both still alive and have a lot of miles under the hulls.