Riding The Crest

   "Come on and safari with me..."
                     -The Beach Boys






   Often, the hardest part of sailing on the Bay is just leaving the damn marina.  Winds may only be blowing 15 knots, but if it's blowing more out of the West than South, it makes for some interesting chop.  Hilary, Bas and Jack demonstrate:
  The fairway is placid.  ( For some reason this pic makes me start humming the "Gilligan's Island" theme.)

   All is still calm as they approach the harbour mouth.

Bas looks longingly toward land...

... and then Bas decides that hunkering down on the cockpit sole may be the best  option.

Up...

Up....

It looks like Hilary is on the sole beside Bas.

Sometimes a longshaft outboard still isn't long enough.  We heard the little Tohatsu scream a couple of times as the prop cleared the surface.

Nope, I am wrong.  Hilary is still upright.

 Y'know, this just isn't enough work- let's add a powerboat wake!

Sometimes there is just no substitute for waterline.



A couple of hours later the boys returned, drenched and grinning.

"Talk the Dock!"