We took the in-laws out on our Lancer 25 for the first time. Light air for most of the morning and it was HOT! So, my lovely bride decides that we should go to the beach at Richmond Island. Great idea . . . but no dinghy. So, I said we'd just sail in close and anchor. We have a shoal keel. We got within 100 yards of the power boats, struck the sails and motored the rest of the way in. As we approached, the heads started turning. You could almost hear the "What does that idiot think he's doing?" thoughts wafting over the small crowd. At 4 feet of water, mothers started to cover the eyes of their children, hoping to spare them the carnage that would doubtless follow. At three feet, my son set the anchor, we swung around in the stiff breeze and the keel lightly touched sand. I jumped off into hip deep water.
When we left, we motored until we just cleared the stink-potters and rolled out the genny. We instantly heeled 20 degrees and dashed (hah) out of the cove. What fun!
Let those who are long in the keel do THAT!
When we left, we motored until we just cleared the stink-potters and rolled out the genny. We instantly heeled 20 degrees and dashed (hah) out of the cove. What fun!
Let those who are long in the keel do THAT!