Ahoy, you filthy land lubbers.
I know, I know, you’ve missed my regular posts about where to get drunk in the city. I’m sorry I’ve been such a wuss about going out on weekends. See, I’ve been spending 6 hours a day for the last 4 weekends learning how to sail. You know, trim the main sheets, back the jib, walk the plank. I got to shoot past the bay bridge, past Alcatraz, down Racon Straight, and around Angel Island.
If you didn’t know already, the Bay has some of the most challenging sailing there is: High winds, Fog, strong currents, and lots of containerships lumbering through channels. Its hard. I actually lost the dummy that I was using to practice man overboard rescue drills on. (oops, sorry dude)
Anyway, I’m certified to skipper 27 foot boats from Spinnaker Sailing now, and can theoretically take out up to 50 foot boats say, in calmer waters, like those off the Virgin Islands.
Your loving skipper