Sailing

When Ian and I went out the lake was flat, the sky was blue and the wind was a breeze from the South, just enough to sail. The wind moved to the west and picked-up so we were really sailing, trimming the sails as flat as possible. We were getting speed and heel. Then we were really moving and an Anvil-Cloud turned the sky black. We were heeling, dumping wind on the wave-tops feeling the thrill of the G-Force. Then we were knocked on to our beam-ends against a ton of cast iron keel. I was standing on the lee-rail watching the jib hit the water. I put the tiller hard over. We turned down the face of a wave and came-up into the wind. Ian struck the sails.We struggled to keep her in Irons until we could safely reef. Then the wind went North. Typical Lake Ontario.