We put the dinghy in the water on Sunday at the club, but didn't end up sailing. The wind was hella blowing most of the day, lots of 20+ gusts and some real shiftiness, too, clocking all over the dial.
Kris took a women's only class for six hours on Saturday and Sunday and I got to sail with her in one of the club 420s for a couple of tacks back and forth across the river. Since the ladies were odd in number, I was allowed to fill in, but only as crew.
Kris did great, despite her worries about tacking. She was able to sail across through mega-chop from wakeboard boats and other sunny day hazards, with minimal hassle. She out-thought herself on the tacks, and had to try a couple of times to get the boat turning the direction she wanted.
She had us set up to go bow into a large wake and then turned at just the right angle as we hit it, to ensure that her crew took three lapfulls of bow wave. All of this led me to believe the I-have-a-hard-time-remembering-which-way-to-turn-the-tiller story was a cover for her secret intentions.
More to come as we get cozier with the club sailors.
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