“Stab it! Stab it! Did you get it? Stab it!” *
“Ahh… I’m trying”
“Alright! Nice! Now pull it back and cleat it.”
This was the end of the scene that played out in Ayala Cove on Angel Island this Labor Day as we were hooking up to the mooring balls to spend the night on our sailboat for the first time outside of a marina. I was driving trying to get the boat into position and Megan was hanging off the bow, attempting to use our boat hook to feed the line through the loop on top of the floating mooring ball.