11' of Moth
How embarassing... but... She was an 11' Moth, homemade, wood, beautious to someone who knew precisely nothing (nada, nil, zilch) about sailing.We (my father, who was as astute about sailing as I) thoroughly rigged her wrong (if a jib requires 2 sheets, then it follows that a main does, also...) and knew nothing about the physics of going UPwind (what a concept) and waited for a nice breeze (it was circa 30 kts when we thought it was finally adequate) and set off mostly DOWNwind in search of the perfect Chinese Gybe...We found it at the end of the bay which, as 30 kts of zephyr would have it, was fast approaching and we discussed the theories of how one might go about "coming about". The discussion took more time than we actually had available.We knew the term... we were aware of the concept... we had no clue as to the proceedure except that one probably pushed on the handle thingy to change directions accordingly.We did. She turned... she broached and pitchpoled and turtled and hurtled us out and (after the initial panic of seeing my 65 yr old father flying over the mast, through the rigging and into the main which was by then submersed in the water) we clung to the hull (I terrified, dad laughing) and proceeded to swim the accumulation of jetsam toward shore where we turned her over, bailed her out, pointed her back to our starting point, set the gizmoz for a sure fire flight home, reboarded and proceeded UPwind(ish).Brakes. There are none, oddly enough, on a sailboat. We arrived at the other end of the bay and continued directly up an onto the beach which was sand, prooving that there IS a god, and spent the next two weeks stealthily looking at other people's sailing techniques through our binoculars.One mainsheet...Who knew?Steav Congdon, skipper: The Anna CrusisP.S. We did far better 15 years later on our sail from Oswego NY thru the Bahamas and back on our Catalina 30...