Back in 93 I had just bought an old wooden boat and took pay dad for a sail to white bay from red hook. My dad was an old salt, two circumnavigation s, a lot of water under his feet,
And he was enjoying a boat ride with his thirty something kid. I sailed into Ivan's cut in white bay and headed west and dad was like "you sure this boat can do this?" and I'm like "oh yeah, I know white bay like the back
Of my hand " just before we bounce along the bottom for about twenty yards, and then sail out down by the Soggy Dollar.
That is when I finally learned that the 'back of hand' isn't the palm with all those neat lines, but the other side, with the hair on it. And that 3 inches of draft over the last boat really does make a difference in white bay.
The old man was really quite diplomatic about the whole thing, never told a soul.