Offshore Wind

I always like it when the wind blew out onto the bay from behind us, that usually meant a sunny day and the calmest water - which lasted all day. At night the water becomes glass. I love to carve through that water on my Slalom Ski hold a tow rope with my elbow giving my other arm a break. Being pulled by a ski boat with the power of 200 horses. One day though i went windsurfing instead and it required me to paddle out a little ways to reach where the wind hit the water after coming down the mountain and over the trees. The wind was strong, and instantly my sailing was incredible. Intense, and every time i'd tac i was losing ground, getting blown further and further away from shore without feeling like it or looking much like it either. Then the waves, the waves starting getting bigger and bigger and further and further - and exuastion set in - i am now sitting down on the board - sail in the water. getting blown across the bay - you can get so far out that you can barely see the land. No way anybody is seeing you. I fought with myself that day - confronted a very real fear - that nobody would be able to find me. That i could die. Not from a shark attack of course, even though i have that very real fear on georgian bay. My family - a generational bay family - expert fisherman, sailers, boaters, weatherman, finders, savers, they found me and towed back in. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had just kept on drifting away. Eventually i would have washed up - where would that have been that day? Cristian Island?