An occurance on Rainbow Bay
Last evening I was out on Rainbow Bay in Pearl Harbor on a Rhodes 19, when my main split.
I know! Split, right in two. Well, I came up into the wind, and lowered it, and the tried to make it in on jib alone, but could not point high enough to make it back, in fact, the wind would push us around to a broad reach, no matter my vain efforts at the tiller. So, tell me SailNet, please, why was I not able to sail in under jib? Is there some arcane technique I have yet to master?
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.