We made our first little jaunt from the boatyard to our marina Tuesday. It was my first lesson driving the boat on the ICW. They (Monty and Buddy my instructor) assured me I did fine. The “Three Hour Tour” was only about a six mile trek and fortunately the weather didn’t turn ruff. I didn’t get us lost or run aground Gilligan’s island. Thank you God!
The nautical lingo really is another language in and of itself. I feel like a kindergartner just starting grade school. I hear the words but doggone they don’t make a lot of sense. Sheets, jib, close haul, port, starboard and tack. And those are the easy ones. And don’t get me started on radars, charts, GPS and signage.
One of Monty’s favorite quotes, “Do the thing that you fear the most and the fear will die” comes to mind as it relates to my docking skills (or lack of). Truly, it is my biggest fear. And on that note, let’s just suffice it to say it was a little (lot) ugly. Not confidence inspiring. On well, small steps.
All in all, it was a good day but by the end of it several glasses of wine were required.