‘We could see her headsail torn and the mast bent’
My husband Eddie and I had had the dream of becoming sailors for years, so we decided to buy a yacht. We had never sailed, but lucky for us the boat broker was also a sailing instructor who included some training in the price of our new purchase, a Dufour named Danseur du Vent, which we would keep on lake Lake Pontchartrain, Louisiana.
After sailing with our instructor and other friends who were competent sailors, we decided to go out on our own. It was to be our first sail, our first night at anchor, and our first night of sleeping on the boat.
Going to sleep to the rocking of the boat was heavenly. I loved every minute of it. But by midnight the rocking
