Sometimes I think I'm pretty salty. Or at least, a little bit salty: like when our starter failed during a committee assignment and we picked up the marks and got back into the slip all under sail.
But I also know that True Saltiness is like being Truly Content, a goal ne'er to be reached, only approached.
But there are (many) other times when I feel like a total dope; like today, for example, when we tried to get to get to the Oak Island Lee, or the lee of Oak Island. We failed for the following reasons (pick one): A) it was a low-but-incoming tide and a mostly-following/east wind, we were in a narrow channel and we have a deep keel, or, in other words, I'm a chicken; B) I got a little lost and I wasn't sure how far down the channel to go to get to the lee, or, in other words, I'm a chicken; and C) in a spot of bad timing, I set the anchor to get my bearings right in the backyard of a guy who heckled us: "you're in a channel," and "are you in trouble," and "you can't anchor here" and so on until down the channel comes what had to have been almost the whole LI Power Squadron Rendezvous.
So we turned around and motored back out (Trying to avoid the spot where we went aground, did I mention that? No? Weird.) and went for a sail.
Next time we go, we go with a guide or at least with a more friendly wind.