I was constantly fighting to bring it back in line. For lunch, Nick and Dave chose a fairly sheltered inlet, and headed toward the beach. Ruth, Ian, and I thought they were crazy to head straight for a large sign. We assumed that it couldn't be a friendly sign, and it would be hard to pretend we hadn't seen it if we were parked right in front of it. Dave chose a nice grassy spot out of the wind.
Food is good.
During the next downwind stretch, I watched Nick and noticed that he was ruddering with his paddle back, kind of like a J-stroke in a canoe. I had been trying to correct by leaning the boat and sweeping. I switched to his tactic, and found it much easier. We passed Robinsons Hole uneventfully. When Dave and I had been there last , there was a strong current through the hole, and we could see the Gayhead light clearly.