It is tough to get out for a sail after work this time of year, but worth the effort.
Thursday was nice, so I bailed out of work at about 4:20pm. Weather looked iffy, but it was to the east, so I figured it would be past by the time I got to the boat. About 40 minutes later I started through the series of tunnels in Boston to get to the Airport. Just as I exited the Ted Williams it started absolutely pouring and my heart sank. I decided to keep going, and worst case I would have a nice dinner at the club.
Ten minutes later I made it to the club and it had stopped raining. The sun was pretty low and it was 5:30 (sunset was 7:20pm according to the internet). I debated on whether or not to chance going out, especially as I was running out of daylight. I even walked most of the way to the club once. Then I returned to the truck and grabbed my stuff. Late season sails are precious.
I made it out to the boat in my dinghy, as the launch doesn't run during the week after Labor Day. As I took the cover off the main it started to sprinkle, but it didn't seem like anything major. I decided to go for it and put up the main and dropped the pendants. It was slow going for most of the trip, but I picked up a nice breeze finally and had a blissful twenty minutes while I watched the bright orange sunset over the city of Boston. I kept going for as long as I could then tacked around to return. The wind died after sunset so I furled the jib, sheeted in the main and fired up the iron jib.
The harbor was flat calm making picking up my mooring pick up buoy a breeze. Fortunately the harbor has enough light pollution that it was no trouble tucking Triple Play in for the night. I retired to the club for a well earned steak dinner and a cold beer.
Thursday was nice, so I bailed out of work at about 4:20pm. Weather looked iffy, but it was to the east, so I figured it would be past by the time I got to the boat. About 40 minutes later I started through the series of tunnels in Boston to get to the Airport. Just as I exited the Ted Williams it started absolutely pouring and my heart sank. I decided to keep going, and worst case I would have a nice dinner at the club.
Ten minutes later I made it to the club and it had stopped raining. The sun was pretty low and it was 5:30 (sunset was 7:20pm according to the internet). I debated on whether or not to chance going out, especially as I was running out of daylight. I even walked most of the way to the club once. Then I returned to the truck and grabbed my stuff. Late season sails are precious.
I made it out to the boat in my dinghy, as the launch doesn't run during the week after Labor Day. As I took the cover off the main it started to sprinkle, but it didn't seem like anything major. I decided to go for it and put up the main and dropped the pendants. It was slow going for most of the trip, but I picked up a nice breeze finally and had a blissful twenty minutes while I watched the bright orange sunset over the city of Boston. I kept going for as long as I could then tacked around to return. The wind died after sunset so I furled the jib, sheeted in the main and fired up the iron jib.
The harbor was flat calm making picking up my mooring pick up buoy a breeze. Fortunately the harbor has enough light pollution that it was no trouble tucking Triple Play in for the night. I retired to the club for a well earned steak dinner and a cold beer.
