And there aren't any sailing pictures. The first problem was that the sail was bunching up against the mast. I reached up and pulled down on the boom, and it snapped in two - the sail turned into a big bag flopping in the wind. I was successful in returning to shore. I borrowed a knife from an incredulous power boater ('Yew really gonna try again?'), cut the ties a the clew and tack, and released the sail so I could try it loose footed. I tied the tack down to the tow ring on the bow and ran the mainsheet through the tack, and launched again. The foot of the sail is over 11ft long - 3ft longer than the boat. I couldn't hold the clew back far enough to give the sail any shape or control it in any meaningful way. I did a gybe, the sail filled like a big garbage sack, and I steered the boat back to shore. I tried one more time: I took a piece of the broken boom and tied it to the clew - hoping to be able to push the clew back further and give the sail some shape. Well, it might of worked had I been born with the strength of 20 men, but the wind just twisted the stick in my hand and I still had no control. I returned to shore and called in my first 'Mayday' and my wife and friends came to get me. Not the best day of sailing ever, but possibly good enough to get me the 2007 record for 'Highest Elevation for Sailing a PDR.'