Why do they call it that? I look down and I count two, anyway…
I woke up to one of those crystalline Maine days with a perfect wind for a easy reach down the coast. It made me much regret not having spent the previous day provisioning the boat in driving rain. Well, maybe not too much.
I did laundry and made four different food runs to three different stores since I can only carry so much down to the town dock from the parking spots. All of this was done in an unconscious frantic run with the thought that I might still catch some of the spectacular day.
I finally got off the dock at 1430. The wind was easing but I did have a grand reach from Whitehead Passage to Cliff Island with a few 6.4 knot peaks. The wind persisted unusually late in the day and I could have sailed the whole way to Harpswell Harbor where I am writing this on a spectacular Sunday morning. However, fatigue from all my rushing around was setting in, I’d left without finishing stowing and organizing, and I really wanted a beer. The current was against me and I was down to less than walking speed SOG inside Cliff Island despite a pleasant chuckle of water under the bow. I rolled up the jib and finished the leg under power.
Running up Merriconeag Sound, I saw the schooner Alert, designed and built by my friend Paul Rollins and, to my eye, one of the prettiest schooners in Maine.
I’m on my way to watch another Paul Rollins build, my Yawldory, participate in the Small Reach Regatta at Hog Island.
http://www.smallreachregatta.org/
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1666880372308.69083.1846284215&type=3
It looks like another perfect Maine day. I’ve got plenty of time until the event starts so I will either slowly work my way up or get there and explore more of an area I usually end up rushing through on my way downeast or back.
I woke up to one of those crystalline Maine days with a perfect wind for a easy reach down the coast. It made me much regret not having spent the previous day provisioning the boat in driving rain. Well, maybe not too much.
I did laundry and made four different food runs to three different stores since I can only carry so much down to the town dock from the parking spots. All of this was done in an unconscious frantic run with the thought that I might still catch some of the spectacular day.
I finally got off the dock at 1430. The wind was easing but I did have a grand reach from Whitehead Passage to Cliff Island with a few 6.4 knot peaks. The wind persisted unusually late in the day and I could have sailed the whole way to Harpswell Harbor where I am writing this on a spectacular Sunday morning. However, fatigue from all my rushing around was setting in, I’d left without finishing stowing and organizing, and I really wanted a beer. The current was against me and I was down to less than walking speed SOG inside Cliff Island despite a pleasant chuckle of water under the bow. I rolled up the jib and finished the leg under power.
Running up Merriconeag Sound, I saw the schooner Alert, designed and built by my friend Paul Rollins and, to my eye, one of the prettiest schooners in Maine.
I’m on my way to watch another Paul Rollins build, my Yawldory, participate in the Small Reach Regatta at Hog Island.
http://www.smallreachregatta.org/
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1666880372308.69083.1846284215&type=3
It looks like another perfect Maine day. I’ve got plenty of time until the event starts so I will either slowly work my way up or get there and explore more of an area I usually end up rushing through on my way downeast or back.
