I had it hard when I was a kid. I had to walk uphill to school and uphill back home. It's what you get for living in a hilly city like San Francisco. Of course, we all know that's impossible. But not when it comes to sailing.
Saturday was an incredible and, some would say, perfect sailing day. The whole family (yep, including Noah) and two friends took off from the marina at around 11AM. When we raised the sails and turned off the engine there was curiously no wind. But I saw boats moving a few hundred yards in front of us so I swallowed my pride and fired up the Atomic 4 again.
When the time came to start sailing in a few minutes, we had wind. Glorious glorious wind. And an absolutely perfect upwind beat directly to Angel Island. It was sunny and a bit chilly but felt absolutely exhilarating. We were sailing and sailing well.
Due to an unfortunate circumstance (not involving Noah), we had to turn around after about 45 minutes. So I tacked over, eased the sheets and started running back to the marina. About 2 minutes after I did this, the wind died. I exclaimed the obvious, "What the h3ll happened to my wind?!?"
But, then, it was back. But, oddly enough, we couldn't sail in it, not with that sail trim because the wind had shifted EXACTLY 180 DEGREES! We were sailing upwind again. Both out from the marina and back to the marina on a beat.
We had done the impossible. Uphill both ways. The only difference was when I was a kid I'd actually go uphill to and from school in the snow.