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After a few disastrous sailing adventures, I understand the Apostle’s panic during the storm when they were certain their small boat would sink, and they would drown.
We were supposed to prepare my parents’ boat for winter
storage, but a pleasant breeze blew in from the north and sunshine danced on the
calm water. We succumbed to the temptation for one last sail.
With time being short, we jumped in and took off without
our usual pre-sail checks. That critical decision had bad repercussions.
We tacked up the lake to the island and glided up the
west side, around the tip and along the east side where we stalled when the wind stopped. No problem. The small outboard
motor would take us out of the shadow of the island and back into the wind or
all the way back to the docks.
My dad tried to start it. No luck. He checked the fuel
level. Zero.
Being experienced, although at that moment not wise
sailors, we moved onto Plan B.
Sailboats are light and can be paddled back to shore if there’s
no wind or motor available. My son and dad took turns paddling the boat until their
competition to see who could produce the largest rooster’s tail behind the stern
broke the paddle in half.
So, we moved on to Plan C. Let the boat drift to the
windward side of the island.
A horrific roar emanated from the narrow channel between
the island and the mainland.
I asked my son, “What’s that?”
“The wind.”
His worried expression said it all.
While we were becalmed on the east side of the island,
the wind had picked up to almost gale force proportions on the west side. With
no motor or paddle, we’d have to sail downwind toward the docks. For a
sailboat, that is the second fastest point of sail. Even with only the tiny
storm jib, the boat left a huge wake behind it. White caps rose several feet in
the air, tossing the boat up and down in the peaks and troughs.
We took the storm jib down and left just the rigging, but
the wind pushed the hull even faster.
As they say in sailing terms, we were coming into the
dock hot. Our twenty-four-foot boat would end up being only twenty when we hit
the dock. Never mind sailing into our berth. That required two ninety-degree
turns into the broadside of the wind, the fastest point of sail, with only one
boat’s length between. Difficult in ideal conditions, and impossible in the
wild winds and waves we faced.
I prayed for a miracle.
The owner of the marina saw us coming in and realized we
were in trouble. He stood on the main dock and waved us toward him, a straight
shot with no turns.
We braced for impact, but somehow, he caught our bow,
stopping our forward momentum, and avoiding any damage to the boat.
Once the sailboat was tied to the dock, I climbed out and
knelt, tempted to kiss the wood. If I was
this emotional, imagine the jumble of sensations the Apostles must have felt. Not
only were they saved from certain drowning but also witnessed Jesus calming the
storm and walking on water. My admiration of those brave, holy men went up
another few notches.
How about you? Ever experience an adventure that turned into
a life-threatening event? How did you survive?
Oh my, what a scary adventure. I wonder if the Apostles even knew how to swim; that would make it even more frightening for them if they didn't. I've gotten hypothermia in a lake swim and got stuck in the flats when the frigid Alaskan tide was coming in fast, but nothing as scary as your sailing trip!
ReplyDeleteMany fishermen and sailors didn't know how to swim, so that is an interesting question. Your experiences sound scary enough to me. Hypothermia - yikes. Not to mention being trapped by a rising tide. Glad you survived both events! Hopefully without long lasting after affects.
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