No pics to share, but...
A couple of years ago, we went out for an afternoon romp in St. Simons Sound, with ESE winds at about 25 and gusting higher. I had been wanting to play with Jo Beth's balance under various combinations of sail and trim, and this day was perfect for it; warm, sunny, and blowing. However, it's important for folks reading this to understand that my wife's DNA was imprinted early on with the ideal that all boats should sail like the Rhodes 19's and Flying Scots which she spent her younger years playing around in. She could hardly wait to get out there. We also got our friend Jim off of his boat to tag along with us just for fun.
So there we were in the sound, Lisa on the tiller, single reefed main and yankee pulling hard, spray flying, and the rail under with the ports occasionally under as well. I was pushing for a second reef, reminding Lisa that our Jo Beth, while a tough and capable lady, isn't a Rhodes 19 and shouldn't be expected to perform as one. My chidings only got me called names like "party-pooper", etc. Lisa loves nothing more than rail under sailing.
Then, during one particularly hard gust, Lisa found herself standing upright and damn near vertical on the opposite seat coaming, water swirling at her feet, the tiller tucked hard under her chin. An abundance of crashing sounds echoed down below. Jo Beth quickly rounded herself into the wind and calmed.
Lisa looked at me, then our friend Jim, who burst out laughing. "Ok, a second reef it is," she sheepishly agreed, then added, "maybe we should bring in the yankee a bit too..." But best of all was when we got back to our slip and made plans for dinner. Jim came over and whispered to me "you're a lucky guy Bill. Not too many ladies got a set for sailing like that." I couldn't agree more!