I don't proclaim to be a rockstar, bad-ass sailor. I'm not. I'm a good experienced sailor. But a conversation I had this week gave me pause. This gentleman had gone sailing last weekend, something that I was not able to do.
Me: It looked like a great weekend, sunny, pretty light winds....
Him: Are you crazy, you must have only looked in the afternoon, it was crazy in the morning.
Me: Oh, I guess I didn't see that.
Him: It must have been blowing at least eleven knots.
I shouldn't be one to judge and I hope I hid the horror that I was feeling at that moment. But, eleven knots?!? I checked with NOAA, and indeed, the high wind for the day was 11 consistent, with a gust to 14. That was the peak.
I know that comfort with weather comes with experience and if this gentleman continues to sail in San Francisco, he'll get comfortable with a whole lot more than 11 knots. Hell, in the summer, they'll postpone a race at 11 knots waiting for the wind to fill in.
And I know that one man's eleven knots is another's thirty. For instance, if it's a consistent 25 knots, gusting higher, I'll just stay at the dock. Sure, I've sailed in 50 but I would never do it purposefully unless I'm already out there. You have to be able to but I don't know why you'd put yourself in that position unless you had to.
So, here's the fun interaction part. At what point do you draw the line that it's just too windy to go out that day? And at what point do you consider it to be "crazy" and wish you were back at the dock? My answer in the comments.