which I'll admit was the reason we were underway in the morning.

So that sail was sort of a discovery(I expected to motor till noonish). Beyond that, by the time the easterly carried us to our harbor on that delightful morning sail, the southwesterly quickly became a stiff beat to our destination. It was a win-win sail.

That's sort of my point. If you listen too much to what is written or said about sailing(or anything), you risk missing out on these discoveries. Whenever I'm told not to go somewhere or that's not the way to do something, I'm sort of drawn more to going there, or doing it.