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Sorry for the delay, but I don't have the internet at home.
What a thread! I'm sure Paul would agree that we learned a lot from this experience. What made me feel good inside was that the tradition of a sailor helping another sailor in distress, still holds true. I'm talking about the Harbor Master at the Treasure Isle Marina, and especially the Assistant Harbor Master, Todd. The good people at the Treasure Island Sailing Center made getting Paul's boat back on the trailer a breeze. Most importantly, a man named John, who took charge shortly after we docked at the marina and insisted that we drop everything we were doing and get in the back seat of his heated Mercedes. He gave us food, water and dry clothes. Most importantly, he convinced me that I was not going to sail my boat back to Alameda as I had planned. It was about 4:00 PM and he assured me that the boat would be secure in the harbor and, "Tomorrow is another day." It took me a good fifteen seconds of staring him straight in the eyes before it sunk in.
It wasn't until later that I realized hypothermia not only locks up a lot of muscles and joints, makes your upper body shake like it's never shaken before, but also impairs your "good" judgement. John is one smart sailor!
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