This was last night out on Lake Pontch. for a "sunset sail" with some nonsailor friends/fellow parishioners who were redeeming their successful church charity auction bid on the donation of boat (by local brokerage) and skipper (me). This auction was the spring before Katrina, and why it took so long to get it done is a whole other story.
two couples, two kids, nonsailors. We waited, babysat the wx radar and I figured the t-storms would die down at sunset, right? It had been a nice day, though scorching hot.
Well, the close-by NOAA weather station will tell you what happened, we were out there from about 1930-2015 when we doused jib, reefed main, tacked carefully, and headed back in (pretty quick broad reach sleigh ride), with lifejackets now our fashion choice. Notice the velocity spikes and big windshift right then, kinda like a seismograph got an earthquake?--
This was on a lightweight sportboat (keel, 25 feet, we weighed about half as much as the boat), so it was a little dicey plus dark out, and no doubt they were frightened some (though the 11-y.o. son was unfazed and an ace, my best crewmember in a pinch) but once we were safely back into the harbor and slip, they allowed as how it was a "good adventure", which is good 'cause obviously it wasn't the serene sunset event we'd envisioned. More memorable, though ;-)
So while the title of this little vignette might be "Adventure at Sea (Lake)", I think the subtitle would be, "Tom can't predict weather worth crap". But God was with us, even though He was having a little fun, church charity auction, right?