Well - first time out was yesterday afternoon. I took my daughters out for a while and scared them to death - but they want to go back ASAP so I guess there wasn't any permanent damage.
Before yesterday I had been in a sail boat precisely once before - and not really doing anything, so the fact that I made it back alive is good I suppose. We went to a small lake and I of course made many mistakes, but getting it off the trailer and back on again was easier than I had thought. The wind was gusting and went from nothing to 13 or better. I chose to try using the main only. I brought the jib, but was nervous about putting it up, because I was single handing the whole time. I motored out to a place away from anyone else and put up the sail. It was of course at that point that I realized that the battons had been left in the car! I decided to sail anyway, and while raising the sail found that one of the lower, larger spreaders was crooked. I attempted to straighten it (I'm short - could only touch it with my finger tips) and it of course didn't straighten, but proved to be cracked in half and fell - sliding down the stay to the deck. I decided to still sail because the entire day would be ruined and lost and lots of disappointed kids too. I tightened the stay up a bit to take out some slack and pulled the sail up. Immediately we were being pushed around a bit. I began to sort of get the hang of it, and sailed back against the wind in the direction I wanted to go in, but was constantly getting stuck pointing into the wind. It was to say the least frustrating. Once stuck, it was really hard to get the boat out of this position. We did this - vacillating between sailing in spritely fashion to sitting still in the water looking like dopes while everyone else whooshed by effortlessly - for the next 3 hours. Finally I decided to motor back, because I wasn't ever going to get back to the dock before dark the way it was going.
I gave the tiller to my 13 year old and asked her to move it in such a way so as to keep us planted in our location as well as possible. Standing on the top of the cuddy, pulling the sail down, a wind gust came up and I was sort of occupied with keeping myself from getting wrapped up in the sail, as well as preventing it from going into the water. When I looked back around my 13 year old was lying flat on her back in the bottom of the boat, sipping root beer and humming - tiller swinging wherever the currents took it....... and us - we had drifted towards the bank substantially due to the gust. I stowed the sail under the cuddy and sprang to the motor - which didn't want to start. However, showing it who was the man - I persisted and started the motor - only to be told that motors do not care who the man is, nor who men may think themselves to be, and that no matter ones identity, broken brass pins do not spin propellers. Harrumph.
So, we were drifting towards the bank, the sail was down and the motor wasn't able to spin the propeller. I pulled the motor off the motor mount, removed the propeller and replaced the pin. During this operation a few motor boats went by and their wake finished our transgression towards the shore. We never actually hit the shore, because the mast slammed into the over hanging trees. From the cockpit, there appeared to be much writhing and entwining of loose halyards with branches and stays and the only part not involved was the mast head fly - a coy piece I assume. I was truly sickened at this point, but having an audience I had to persist. Motor reassembled and mounted I started it up and voila! we moved out, away, and finally free of the branches - no harm done!!!! A 40 year old boat - no harm done. I was amazed and thrilled!!!
We motored back to the dock - (only ran out of gas once!) and got her back on the trailer easily. I was nervous about crashing coming in - but it was cake. Once your boat has made love to a tree, anything else is easy to deal with - I think.
So, a couple hours and beers (root and otherwise) and we were ready to get back out again - this time with stays and spreaders where they should be - and battons of course. I'm excited to go again, but i truly need some sort of advise on how to get out of chains every 20 minutes - or better yet, how to stay out. I have a piece of stock to make a spreader with, left over from the other one I replaced. They must have really been under a lot of stain at one time.