By Day Three our bodies are so sore from our sunburns and our muscles being overused that we figure that there's nothing left that they can throw at us to do further damage. But that was before we were introduced to canoeing on the fourth and fifth days.
However, I'm getting ahead of myself. Wednesday, we were to master sailing and golfing. To say that we got a minumum of instruction would be an understatement. The instructors spent as little time with us paeans as possible before deserting us to go off to do whatever it was they did while we struggled to "get it."
And you didn't get but one day...either you "got it" or you suffered. Mostly, needless to say, we suffered!
We did get a treat that morning, however, as the instructors took us out on the lone large sailboat. We glided smoothly and silently along in spite of the fact that it was hot, humid, and windless.
Of course, they had an ulterior motive. This was to be our lone lesson in sailing. Soon, the instructor was throwing around terms like jib, mainsail, tacking, fore, aft, and someI forgot before we reached shore.
But she kept coming back to that "tacking." Something about keeping the craft perpendicular to the wind. What wind??? It was as still as death.
They did give us one final warning about the smaller two-men sailboats that we would "captain." It seemed they tipped over extremely easily but were a "snap" to upright. The instructor showed us how to brace our legs against the capsized hull, grab the edge and flip the boat upright. 
They made it look so simple!! WRONG!!! 
It might have been simple for two six-foot, 200 pound hulks; but Janet and I together didn't stand 5 feet, 8 inches.  And the 400 pounds behind their combined bodies!  HA!  Our combined weight fell short of even 250 pounds. 
We were in TROUBLE, and it didn't take us long to realize it.  After spending the first thirty minutes trying to figure out how to "tack into the wind," we finally got underway. 
I confidently perched myself on the side of the boat as I had seen the instructor do, grabbed the rope attached to the sail and pulled it taut.
The sail came around, caught me squarely across the chest, dumping me unceremoniously into the lake on my butt.  Not a pretty sight.  That threw the craft off balance with Janet following as it flipped upside down!  Damn!
We spent another thirty minutes struggling to get that piece of cheap &%## upright.  I'm ashamed to say that as the week progressed, our language regressed!  We were down to four-letter words to express our frustration, and they were not the kind we wanted our children to hear!
We never made it out of the cove.  What time we were not sitting "dead in the water" because we had no idea what direction the tiny bit of breeze that came along every hour or so was coming from, we spent trying to upright the boat when it capsized!
Exhausted,  we headed with heads down, after lunch, to play the required 18 holes of golf that the syllabus stated was one of the requirements to complete the course.
Again, we knew just enough about golf to be a nuisance and frustration to those duffers trying to enjoy an afternoon away from the wife and kids.
Our tee shots either rolled anemically ten feet in front of us, or we hit them so ferociously that they soared somewhere out into the wilderness never to be seen again--at least not by us, anyway!
We took so many "drops" due to lost balls that it even got embarrassing to us.  And to have to suffer the knowing sneers and looks of the other golfers as we stepped aside to let them "play through"; well, the human psyche can only take so much; we, I can tell you, were rapidly reaching our breaking point.
At five that afternoon, we finally gave up, returned to the club house and checked in our equipment.  One of those know-it-all's who had played through us then actually had the audacity to ask  how many holes we had completed.
Never were we so tempted to lie; but we 'fessed up' that we hadn't QUITE made the full eighteen.  He laughed, turned to his playing partner and said,  "I told you those two would never finish."  SMART ALECK!!!!!
As we started home, the winds suddenly came up(where were they when we needed them), the sky darkened and it began to rain.  Soon, it was raining  and blowing so hard that Janet couldn't  see to drive.
We pulled off, waited a good thirty minutes, then drove thirty miles per hour in the rain for the rest of the way.  A drive that took us fifteen or twenty minutes lasted an hour and a half.
Needless to say, our families were getting concerned.  'Even Kenna, only a year old, was worried. 
Kenneth said she kept going to the door looking for me; then she went to a shelf in the living room where a picture of me sat. He relayed that she took it down and began kissing it.
My sweet baby girl!  She had just reminded me that I might not be the greatest athlete in the world , but that I was still important in a much greater and more significant way.   And I needed that right about then.