....and in style... Looks like a Hinkley7:00 am, Pulpit Harbor. A light southeast breeze has laid a thick dew on the decks. Most of us are content to sleep below or enjoy a cup of coffee. This sailor is struck by the urge to sail quietly out of the harbor.
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Good eye. A Hinckley Pilot 35 in fact.....and in style... Looks like a Hinkley
You would have loved the trip down the Penobscot this spring. Couldn't see past the bow of the boat till we got down to Fort Point Cove.Dispite its intent dangers, I've always loved being on a boat in the fog.
-Will (Dragonfly)
I do too. I don’t know what it is that makes me feel like that. I find it calms me, despite the increased risks, and I feel more immersed in the surroundings.Dispite its intent dangers, I've always loved being on a boat in the fog.
-Will (Dragonfly)
Mornings at anchor last forever.
Often times down here in southern New England waters the threat is not our speed, but the other guy's reckless powerboat speed...monitoring 16 we often hear angry guys saying slow down, dammit...I love sailing in the fog. If I feel nervous in fog, I know I'm going too fast.
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Sailing where you know you can trust the charts, with modern navigation equipment, being in the fog can be enjoyable - except for other boats.Often times down here in southern New England waters the threat is not our speed, but the other guy's reckless powerboat speed...monitoring 16 we often hear angry guys saying slow down, dammit...![]()
I keep a small topo compass in the dingy so I know which direction to go. Beats going around in circles.Rowing out to the mooring field in the fog is like being in a house of mirrors funhouse, then someone turns the lights out. You practically have to put your hand on every boat there until you find yours.
Oddly enough, I noticed how white hulls are easier to see than other colors.
-Will (Dragonfly)
I remember removing sails and getting ready for the fall haulout. I was sitting on my mooring and watched as fog rolled in. I was no more than 100 yards off the dinghy dock. I started to shore in the right direction but couldn't see beyond the next moored boat. I putted along slowly for what seemed like forever only to find myself back at my own boat!I keep a small topo compass in the dingy so I know which direction to go. Beats going around in circles.