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To: Dayuhan who wrote (10068)	4/20/2002 8:43:30 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 21057

We all have different upbringings. I have always envied those who could tame the sea. I "helped" a couple of times on vacation.<g> I was always thrilled by the descriptions of J.F. Cooper in "The Pilot". I have no way of judging the realism of his prose....it just felt right.

To: Dayuhan who wrote (10068)	4/20/2002 8:50:32 AM
From: Lane3	Respond to of 21057

Best thing about it is that if you learn it at that age, you never forget. I envy your son. My husband taught me to sail when I was in my twenties. We had a sailboat and a cruiser. The former was "mine" and the latter "his." I never took the sailboat out without him, though. Years later when I would go to beach resorts I'd think about renting a sailboat but never had the confidence. Sailing is a wonderful skill and your son is fortunate.

To: Dayuhan who wrote (10068)	4/20/2002 6:44:19 PM
From: Lazarus_Long	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 21057

LOL!! Yeah, there's nothing like that feeling of the boat SCREAMING across the water, just balanced on the edge of a capsize... and you're making it happening and preventing the looming disaster. Love it. I sailed small centerboarders on local lakes and also keelboats on that infamous San Francisco Bay of a thousand tricks. Blowing out a spinnaker in one race. We lost badly, of course. Getting caught in an unexpected and unpredicted blow and crawling into harbor with shredded sails. But we made it. I went sailing the next day after that because I figured if I didn't get right back on the horse, I'd never get on again. Looking under the jib and seeing a 65-footer about to bisect us. You know that bit about your life flashing before your eyes? It's true. Hard to describe, but true. I grabbed the stick and shoved as hard as I could against the resistance and complaints of the helmsman. We made it. Obviously. And lots and lots of fun smooth sailing. Youe son is lucky. I was in my mid-20s before I learned how to sail.