...Most importantly, practice not hitting things lol.
A Definition of Flying: Jumping off a tall object, and not hitting ground.
One of the reasons why I bought my current boat is Historical Inevitability; as long as I am going to continue to go aground, why not get a boat that doesn't mind it so much?
Some 35 years back, the local Rag ran a picture of me, knee deep in water, next to the stern of my boat, scowling at the photographer, and waiting for the Tide to rise. Tides too are inevitable.
Another time, during a Race in the Carquinez Straits, the wind died totally, so we just drifted. We just drifted in a five knot Ebb. We just drifted in a five knot Ebb, right into the only object within visibility, right into the Ozol Pier, hitting it sideways.
This unique Facility is still shrouded in mystery, but if after loading up at the Naval Weapons Station a few miles upstream, and finding a need to top off the Tanks, that was where one headed. On occasion, explosions could be heard. The Fuel Tanks were buried in the hills above, and they didn't give Green Stamps.
I tied off, and under the scowl of the Pier Watchman, I got Old Man Volvo finally going, and dropped out of the Race.
There was a Bouy near the Pier; I missed that. Another boat, a Balboa, caught in the same Ebb, didn't.
When I got my present boat, a friend, knowing my attraction to things that are _not_ water in watery areas, gave me a Workshop Manual:
If an Iceberg ever makes it into SF Bay waters, admittedly an increasingly unlikely event, I'm prepared.