15 Degrees of heel........that seems to be a magic number, as 15 degrees is where my wife goes into a panic. At 25 degrees the mainsheet stays in my grip. At 30 degrees I start to back-off as the divorce paper work begins to run through her mind.
She remembers my days of racing Hobie Cats and the Michigan winters when there was no ice for a day or so and I would be out.
Yes if there was wind I was out..if small craft warnings were up I was out faster..didn''t matter what the temp was.
Yes things have changed 6800 lb ballast and I don''t want to think of a turtle. But, 25 degrees of heel and a wave craching over the bow is just as much of a thrill.