Fleet week was such a great weekend. The weather was perfect for sailing. The cloud cover rolled back to make room for the Blue Angels. For those of you lucky enough to see them the Air Force did a flyover of the B-2 stealth bomber. The marines did acrobatics with the MV-22 tilt rotor. The Navy chased the sailboats away from the USS Carl Vinson with patrol boats with 50 caliber machine guns mounted on the bow.
I got to spend two glorious days on the water with out of town guests, my brother and his new wife, on Saturday. Sunday, an acquaintance who re-upped in the Army after 9.11 returned to the bay area. He pulled an all nighter Saturday and decided to go sailing with me on Sunday. After a long day, we had furled the jib and prepared to drop the main in the turning basin. In order to lift the boom you need to slacken the mainsheet. Unfortunately, in 25 knots of wind, with the main flogging the boom moves around a little. As I rose up to go forward to lower the mainsail, the boom gave me a kiss on the forehead. Since the boom is much more solid than my head it hurt like heck! A few things need to be said:
In kindergarten they teach you something very important. If your least favorite Aunt tries to give you a kiss, DUCK! The same thing applies here.
Why do you think they call it a BOOM?
Nothing comes for free. 3 doctors visits, ouch!
It’s a shame that the white jacket is retired,