Lee shore
At the beginning of our love triangle, me, her, and the boat, i tried letting her steer. I was stupid, really stupid. It was really light conditions, just ghosting along fine. So i decide to get something out of the cuddy, takes longer than i thought and i forget about it when i hear "DAN". Now we are 15 feet and closing to docks on our leeward beam with gusting wind. Not just any docks, Coast Guard inspection docks on North Island Navy Base at the entrance to San Diego Harbor. Think prison time. We had been waiting for a cruise ship to go by so were staying out of the channel. Fortunately for us, but not the hull, there are some barnacle encrusted logs chained so we couldn't go under the docks. What a mess trying to find boat hooks, paddles to push off, trying to get an old motor to start. Fortunately, all the witnesses were going out of the country for 7 days of lesser entertainment, and we were long gone with hull scars. I have such a fabulous wife that she still goes out every time with me. She has steered since then, but would rather adjust the jib sheets.We will both be going to sailing school for dummies, probably in the SF Bay on a calm day.