Ok, this is too much fun. Daughter's turn was today. Unfortunately, we had no wind most of the three hours we were out.

But, she did learn that you CAN make a sailboat move in the REALLY light stuff. For a while, we probably averaged 0.75 knots, getting up to 1 or so in the 'puffs.' Hmmm.
It was
tough sailing. We'd get the boat moving "good" (a relative term) with something akin to decent airflow over the sail and BOOM...waked by a powerboater and no more attached airflow. Sit...wait for water to settle down, wait for boat to foot off, gentle ease 'er in to recatch the air....slooooowwly build up boat speed again and struggle to keep 'attached' and flowing.
I helped her a lot by handling the sail, with her on the helm.
We had a few interesting moments:
** Ghosting along at a stately 0.5 kt or so, but clearly making steerage way, a sail boat we had watched motor in from WAY down river toodle over to speak us...I figured he wanted just to say "hi." Nope.
"Can I give you a tug," he shouted.
"No thanks, we're ok," I replied. "Thanks for asking, though!"
We continued on, and moments later, the afternoon thermal set in and we were OFF....
** We were heading to a dock at a place called "The Galley Store," which has fuel docks, a restaurant (called Persimmons), a historic skipjack used for harbor tours and similar things.
A dude on an overpowered (per IQ at the helm) stinkpot motored out and RIGHT BEFORE he got to us, powered up to the stops and SLAMMED us with his wake. We did not swamp, but we did take on a good inch of water into the boat, and since I was making the low side, I got a good case of "dinghy butt."
Would have been funny and no big deal if it had "just happened," but hey, he could have waited another ten seconds before going full throttle, and what he did was, in fact, quite dangerous.
Rhetorical question: When will the price of gas and the economy start working to get some of these kinds of bozo's off the water?
It's called "sea manners," but it's more than just being nice...most stuff on the 'sea,' is right or wrong based on safe or unsafe way to do things. Oh well, not to let it ruin our day ...
** Right after the waking, we were approaching the dock. My daughter was at the helm, I was trimming the mainsheet, the wind was pushing 12, maybe 15 in the gusts and we were on a beam reach, maybe a touch broad off.
Persimmon's has an outdoor seating deck just above the face dock...so the diners can overlook the water and watch all the cool boats and stuff. You know the type of place, right?
My 8 year old daughter, in front of all and sundry, sailed her little engineless boat right to the dock. Okay, I helped a little by suggesting when she should put her hard over to turn up wind and she did it like a champ. She turned, aligned parallel, lost way, and scooted right in, coming alongside without even bumping wooden boat upon wooded dock. I reached over, amazed, to grab the cleat.
It was, in short, one of the most incredible sailboat dockings I have ever either witnessed or been a party to. And, she had an audience!

I told her that she won't get many of those...usually, the good ones happen without a soul around to see it.
We went to 'use the facilities' (no room for a head, or the privacy to use one, on an 8 ft open pram) and get some drinks, then returned to get under way back. It was blustering pretty good by this point, and the chop had worked up, so we elected for me to take the helm for the ride back. It was rough going in steep sided 1-2 footers, but we had a good lesson in why it's called "beating."
Through the bridge and toward our fairway, and we were met with the craziest, flukiest wind I've encountered since leaving "inland lake sailing." Ostensibly from the SE at about 5 knots or so, we should have been good to get "home." No dice.
We would sit totally becalmed, get a lift, start moving then get headed by over 90 degrees shifts. Couple that with a more-than-perceptible current setting westerly (slightly oblique to downwind), and it was the wildest 5 attempts to get into the fairway, or even tied to the face dock, I've done in a LONG time.
Finally got on the face dock and took a break, then back on the boat and paddled up the fairway to the beach.
On the water about 1500 - 1830. Here's what it was doing at the airport at the time:

I've said it before and I think I'll repeat it..."light air makes the sailor." I told my daughter that just about ANYONE can figure out how to make a boat sail in 10 knots....but this stuff? Oh man...1-3 knots, Force 1 sailing takes a light touch and a ton of patience. She thought it was pretty cool to be moving at all (though was a bit upset by how long it would take us to 'get there,' not that we were going anywhere). When I mentioned that if we left "now," we could be in Oriental by lunchtime tomorrow, well she didn't think that sounded very good.

We did, however, while ghosting along and chatting, get to repeat one of our oft stated
Gaelic Sea phrases "In a motor boat, you get there fast; in a sail boat, you are already there." She saw that in practice today. We were, indeed, right where we needed to be.
In fact - she gave up the opportunity to go to the movies to go sailing, and back on the dock, said she had no regrets of her decision. She figured she'd rather be outside, and thanked me several times this evening for taking her sailing ... even with no wind.
And, just as importantly, I thanked her.
(edit: added wx data charts)