ran into the charter in Coconut Grove FL
I pciked up the local newpaper in Coconut grove, Miami...Florida...and saw this ad for a sialing charter on a 38'er or 42'er or somethign about that size. As i was walking back to the boat, I saw it, tied up next to the shrimp boats. Eventually, the owner showed up and I had the oppeotnity to question him about the business.He was a mechanic for a major airline.He made enough money from the charters to pay for the dockage and MINOR boat repairs. Other wise, he said it wasn't worth it (the work involved, whatever that was.)You won't get rich, but last year I made $1500 sailing lots of people and it paid for my dockage for the season. I will do the same this year, only expand it a bit. Funny story...had a regular on board who thought he was Captain Something or other. He couldn't sail for Sh_ _! but, thought he could. I let him take the helm, but always kept my eye on the boat, trim, him, and everything else. The lake was rough, with 8 footers. We went out about 3 miles to the crib and made way for the main entrance to the harbor. After passing the lighthouse, the breakwater (I call it a breakwall) did it's job and the waves went down to nothing...temporarily. We made way past the mouth, into the inner harbor. The wind was blowing pretty good, and as soon as we passed the breakwater, the boat healed over dramatically. We sailed into it as best we could, and soon had to tack because of the narrowness of the inner harbor. Then we went back to the breakwater and had to tack again, only sooner because our angle was less. The boat healed from one side to the other, FAST. Everyone held on and it was quite fun. I was laughing and almost in tears. Known as a wierd guy anyway, my cousin (a guest on board) had to know...what was so funny. Here goes.One of the regulars went to the head while we were on the lake. She came back up and said "It's kinda bouncy down there". I smiled. When we entered the calmer water, she told the other guest, a midget who could barely hold on to anything in the cockpit while we were healed over 30 degrees, "OK, now you can go to the bathroom." Mr. Captain Commander kept right on with his thing, and I knew we would be soon healing over from almost nothing to 30 degrees again. I knew nobody would get hurt as I heard the head door shut, which meant the midget was now seated and could push her feet against the very close opposite wall, thus wedging herself in quite safely. Well we healed this way, then that, then this way again. I told Mr. Commander to let up on the main and sail more off the wind, which brought her right up, allowing the bathroom guest to come out and up to the cockpit. My timing of her necessity was abit off. I thought she would take a little longer than she did, then, about that time when she was ready to exit and come up for air, we would be standing more upright. She said she did good, then all hell broke loose. Everytime she tried to pull her pants up, she bounced from one wall to the other and back again. And she was laughing about it! She came back two more times, both being in calmer winds, and enjoyed it as much as her very first time on a sailboat!