I did that this weekend. Really. Its been a long time since my family (Jersey Shore grown, down and dirty boat building boatyard -- not a Marina -- a Boatyard) has run aground.
It's something that makes you wonder why. Was it to test my family and make sure that we can still work as a team, possibly even a crew, despite the two grown daughters with very different ways of doing things and parents that periodically forget to communicate? Maybe. We did it though. With constant concern for one another's safety and two hours of incredible effort (especially on Dad's part) we managed to turn the boat completely around, and disengage its fat belly from the muck and sand at the bottom of the shallows of Barnegat Bay.
By the way, sailing is incredible...it is a beautiful commune with water and sky...I am biased of course -- my parents had me on the boat at three weeks old -- sailing up to family on the shore with Dad holding me up for them to see -- everyone on shore waving with fear that someone so tiny should be hoovering over water -- but it was with pride that my Dad made that gesture. Makes a girl just want to do well, you know?
It also makes me want to put a picture of the boat up here - that's homework.
This is a painting by Al Barker of Beaton's, the place I spent my childhood barefoot -- now that's a boatyard. None of this fluffy spa-like marina poop.