with temps hovering around 80 and no real humidity, i decided to take the 19 out for an afternoon sail. with winds out of the north at 12mph, we sailed south off the dock, out of our little cove, and into Greens creek. from there we headed east 1/2 mile to another cove where i made a 180 and headed west towards Kershaw creek. my intention was to sail to the Orion and retrieve some of the cold waters from yesterday. a woman took photos as i skillfully sailed into the little harbor and gently brought Miss Adventure up to the dock. stepping off her i quickly tied her up and approached Madame Blue when i realized not only did i forget a cooler, but also the keys to the Orion. defeated, i boarded Miss Adventure and sailed up Kershaw creek for some distance until the wind was blocked by the tall firs. while sitting in the stillness i decided to mount my action camera and record the sail back down the creek. i turned it on and suddenly, like a fish, it began flopping in my hands. had i just let it drop, it would have landed at my feet in the cockpit. however my instinct was to try and catch it. as i tried, it flopped out of my hands, hit the transom, and plopped overboard. damn, now i'm thirsty and depressed. the sail down the creek was wing on wing until we converged with Greens creek where we turned to starboard and headed south down to Peanut Butter & Jelly Cove where once again the pines stifled the wind. with many tacks behind us we finally emerged from the cove and continued south. the day was getting on so we turned north into the wind and headed for home. it seemed with each tack the wind was gaining strength and as we joined with Kershaw creek, Miss Adventure heeled far over and sprinted for home. i thought once we entered our little cove with such momentum we would glide to our dock. not so. with only 50 or so yards to the finish, the north wind squeezed between the live oaks and turned us toward our neighbor's dock and boat. using my ninja skills i sheeted in the main, turned hard to starboard, and we cleared their dock with less than a foot to spare. not wanting to risk it again, i lowered the main and fired up the o/b. knowing my luck with outboards, we motored past our dock and as we turned, the o/b died. using the wind we slowly glided up to the dock and dropped the stern line around a piling, bringing us to a nice, gentle stop. every so often i think about selling her, but then a day like today happens. a gentle reminder of how easy it is to go for a short sail with a small boat.