I was just heading out of Worton Creek this morning when I heard on the radio that a schooner I designed was coming down the bay headed for the Baltimore schooner races (which she won in her class one year). I then spent about 45 minutes jogging around under main alone waiting for them to come down the channel.
Just as I was about to get a very nice photo, my camera flashed the low battery warning and went dead so this cell phone photo will have to do:
I rolled out my jib and we sailed along in company with the Susan B. Merryman
for a while catching up and talking about cruising together next summer in Maine. The boat looked great and I was cursing myself for not charging the camera. However, it would be hard to beat this previously posted photo of her:
They headed off towards Baltimore and I swung around their stern and began a rare day for me, one in which I steered almost all day. Despite the gloomy skies, I was in an exceedingly pleasant frame of mind as I ran wing and wing down to Kent Narrows. I reached the bridge just as it was raised for another boat and nipped through without having to wait around. Some days, everything just works out.
Speaking of wing on wing, I heard this exchange on the radio today:
"Crab boat, this is the sailboat on your bow."
"Umph"
"I just want to let you know that I'm sailing wing on wing with the autohelm and I can't alter my course."
"I feel sorry for you."
Just as I was about to get a very nice photo, my camera flashed the low battery warning and went dead so this cell phone photo will have to do:
I rolled out my jib and we sailed along in company with the Susan B. Merryman
for a while catching up and talking about cruising together next summer in Maine. The boat looked great and I was cursing myself for not charging the camera. However, it would be hard to beat this previously posted photo of her:
They headed off towards Baltimore and I swung around their stern and began a rare day for me, one in which I steered almost all day. Despite the gloomy skies, I was in an exceedingly pleasant frame of mind as I ran wing and wing down to Kent Narrows. I reached the bridge just as it was raised for another boat and nipped through without having to wait around. Some days, everything just works out.
Speaking of wing on wing, I heard this exchange on the radio today:
"Crab boat, this is the sailboat on your bow."
"Umph"
"I just want to let you know that I'm sailing wing on wing with the autohelm and I can't alter my course."
"I feel sorry for you."
