There is method to the divine madness of sailing San Francisco Bay. One way to learn it is to throw the sails up and blunder around for about five years until you figure it out.

All sailors are familiar with 'Wet Wednesdays' — those mid-week, low-key bashes around the cans after work, followed by refreshments and burgers at the host club.

Almost everyone at IYC had grown up sailing — and even when economic opportunity served or failed them in adult life, IYC was the club they could afford to actively race in.

We're just itching to go cruising, and we'd love to combine this saltwater wanderlust with some fine cuisine when we get where we're going — but we gotta stay local.

This was my first attempt at singlehanded spinnaker, and everything was going fine until my first singlehanded spinnaker jibe.

Ever since I heard a little ditty of the Canned Heat song, Going up the Country, with lyrics based on the Delta Ditch Run Regatta, I just knew I had to do that regatta.