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Daniel Schafer
What a disapointment. Finally after 1.5 months of getting my newly purchased First 26 ready, I tried to go sailing this weekend. It didn't happen. My first clue should have been the very unusual wind change, coming from NE, instead of the S as it does 90% of the time. As I am backing out of the slip(for the third time in my life) I cut it to quick, and the wind pushed my back brodside into the end of the slip. By this time, my baby, Jack, started to cry, my wife looked at me like I was insane, and instanly, seemingly an entire cadre of boat owners appeared as if from no where, realizing not only were their vessels in danger, but that poor sould is so crossed up, he may end up bashign into cars, houses, etc.Luckily, some of those owners came over (very quickly) and provided much appreciated assistance, and much needed advice. I will be eternally grateful for those that came over to maneuver the boat by hand, as it was certainly somethign the "captain" was not going to be doing anytime soon.After a couple of tries, with their guideance, we finally got the boat's bow swung out into the wind, so that I could power forward and still stay in the, in my perspective, sliver of space between the slip rows.Well, I motor out finally. I am getting towards open water, and I realize just how hard it is blowing. It is from the NE. I have to head NE. There are not only swells/waves, but whitcaps, and aggitated ripples all over the lake. I cut the enginge, and the boat gets pushed away from the wind as if I had the sails up already. Didn't though.I see a big Hunter 38' go by on about a heel that apparently the owner was looking to wash the beam decks by submerging them under water while under sail. I then see other boats come out, and go back in.Allot of other boats were kind of sailing around, but not actually going out of the same general area. I then wondered, hum, where am I going to go? I have never been on Texoma. Don't have a nautical chart. Don't know any anchorages, and don't know much about underwater hazards. . . I began wondering if I were completely studid, or just had some sort of mental failure. . .I started to think, finally, hum, I wonder if this inagural trip was not a good idea. Newborn baby of 14 weeks, wife who has never sailed, and I, who have only sailed daysailors only as big as a Sunfish. This on a new lake to me, a new boat to me, and winds that seemed massivly danderous, and not sure how much gas mileage I could get, never dropped the anchor purposely yet. . .I tried to guage the wind strength in earnest. In my mind at this point it was of course gusting to at least 30-40 knots. . . I do know it was a constant 15, with gusts to at least 20 knots from the NE. However, if sure felt at that vulerable moment that is was greater than 20.After going in circles for about 40 minutes evaluating the situation, I made the call to head back to the slip. Mind you, this was no piece of mind at all, considering my previous display of complete lack of boat handling. I approached the marina entrance with a great amount of anxiety and prayer. Every motion was deliberate, every movement of the boat computed in a focused attention that only comes from deep inherent fear. Then I had a revalation. "Hey, Lisa, call out to those guys on the slip to come and help us dock." I figured a preemptive strike prior to doom may just stay if off perhaps. Once again, true mariners came running. Amazingly, I did glide the boat in without any drama. I use the word "I" loosely there, as I am sure God took pity, and guided my rudder.A dock line held fast upon my cleat never ever looked so good. Safety, finally. Understandibly, my wife excused her self to go up to the yacht club to go to the bathroom. I on the other had went below deck, and taking a cue from my fidgeting son, curled up in a ball and learned that sucking one's thumb even at 34 is still somewhat reassuring. To bad his diapers didn't exactly fit. . .