Whoo hoo we were on our way! College was over for the summer, it was a holiday weekend and we had five days before we had to be back to work. Lee and I, Im Mike by the way, were dying to take his boat out to Lake Mead because we had heard that there were some great winds and the sailing would be terrific.
Lee had bought a 16 Hobie Cat a short time ago and this was to be his first trip to the calm, warm waters of a lake, something new since we were California beach kids and our learning to sail had been done in the rolling swells, waves and surf of the ocean. We were the typical broke, carefree kids that made up so much of the population around Manhattan Beach, Hermosa Beach and Redondo Beach. We were lean, tan, muscled in a swimmers kind of way. Lee being the very definition of a surf kid, he was blond and blue eyed while I was the brunette, dark, olive skinned and a bit shorter than he. As products of where we grew up we were completely comfortable in, around and under the water, surfing, swimming…
