I got tired of loading up a bunch of crap and going off an hour or so to one of the big sailing areas like Foster Lake or Fern Ridge. I mean, I pretty much suck at sailing and everyone laughs at the Cultus Hehtheht, so why not stay closer to home? I got everything ready and walked across the street and asked Lyle if he wanted to come along. My persuasive argument was: "At the very least it might be funny. " So we went to Cascade Gateway Park, home of the the local scum pond, my favorite testing ground, to see if I could get the Hehtheht to sail.