There is an art to anchoring. Or docking. Or picking up a mooring. I took my son dinghy sailing recently out on a lake in an nice little 18-foot open boat. I was going to show him how to do it. Late in the afternoon, a squall rolled in fast and we tried to pick up the mooring. Quickly, it turned into a scene as the 25-knot gusts hit and the knots in the ends of the jib sheets let go. The sail's flapping sounded like automatic weapons fire as the sky opened up and I hung my head over...
Published on September 03, 2010 00:16