Just for Fun

Sailing with Thoreau

Bryan seems oblivious to the shark pursuing him while body surfing behind Split Decision. We didn't quite get up to speeds where we could break out the water skis, but had a good sail on a single tack to the Occohannock river and back.

We didn't have much luck trolling Bryan as bait, but did catch a couple bluefish which made good fried fish sandwiches. I caught a crab whose meat made it into my morning eggs. Bryan also found me a new hat while beach combing. I don't want to spoil the surprise for Amy when I get home, but it is classic.

Funniest incident of the trip was when we nearly collided with a motor boat in the middle of the Chesapeake. We saw him coming from about a mile away. He just kept coming. He even adjusted his course to intercept us. He ended up crossing, I am not kidding, 30 feet in front of our bow. I probably could have T-boned him if I wanted. After he passed, he got on the radio and called me an idiot.

House

We bought one. Actually a month ago. But the sellers didn't move out until today. That's Amy sitting on the front porch before we did the final walk through this afternoon.

And to somehow tie this post into sailing, because this is a sailing blog after all, the house is about 15 minutes closer to the boat. Hurray!

A Plethora of Posts

I'm working my way through a very long boat todo list. Eventually I'll get Split Decision shipshape. Yesterday's tasks included going up the mast in a bosun's chair. I've only been aloft once before, years ago on my old boat.

Pic is from the spreaders, half way up the mast, where I was working on the steaming light. Amy and my boat neighbor Art are below, waiting to haul me down.

Yacht Club

A few weeks ago I took the admiral out for her first overnight of the season. By coincidence, the yacht club at our marina went to the same cove. They graciously invited us to hang out with them. It's a pretty low key club, and we may join, if only to be able to say that we're members of a yacht club. I told Amy if we joined, I'd have to break out her old Hilton Head name, and start calling her Muffy again.

All the other boats had to anchor out and dinghy into the beach. We backed up to the beach, stuck a couple anchors in the sand and walked to the get together. Split Decision is the closest boat in the pic.

Summer Cruise

Just back after a week long trip from Deltaville, up the Patuxent and back. The weather was awesome, and I did lots of sailing. Winds were pretty steady 10-15 everyday, and at no point was I hot, becalmed, drenched by a thunderstorm, or overwhelmed by insects.

On the leg up, I overnighted in Reedville and the Honga River. Reedville stinks if you are downwind of the fish plant. It smells like cat food. The Honga river doesn't seem like a popular spot to visit, but I've now been there three times this year. It just seems like the wind is always blowing me there, and I prefer to sail rather than motor hugging the Western Shore to my ultimate destination (as it seems many others do).

I saw dolphins in the Rappahanock, Reedville and Fleets bay. On the way up there were stingrays everywhere. At first I didn't know what they were. They just looked like brown blobs in the water. But then a few passed close by the boat. It was pretty cool watching them swimming, their wing tips breaching the surface.

I was able to motor sail most of the way up and down the Patuxent. The river was nice enough, with plenty of power boaters, but only a handful of sailboats. The river is shallow, but I think it would be a great place for a small daysailer. There are few markers upriver of Solomons. I ignored them and never touched bottom.

I arrived upriver at the Benedict bridge around 5pm Sunday afternoon. Despite having phoned the bridge earlier in the week, and being assured that the bridge opens 6am-6pm everyday, without holiday restrictions, the bridge did not open. There was no response by vhf, and the phone just rang and rang. Guess they quit early on Sunday evenings. I probably should have phoned earlier to let them know my arrival time, but I wasn't sure I'd make it by 6pm.

But anyway, the bridge opened the next morning. I waited until after rush hour to pass through, but on the way back down the river, I had to pass during rush hour in order to catch the tide. My apologies to all the people I made 15 minutes late to work. I can be a selfish ahole sometimes.

There are power lines at the power plant north of the bridge. The posted height is 60 feet, but I had some pucker factor passing under them. One set of lines didn't look very high, and I think it's a very rare sailboat that travels north of Benedict.

Because of time constraints, I only had one day to stay at Fred's place, but we had a great time, and his family's place is beautiful. I'd only been there once before about ten years ago. The river below the power plant is nice enough, but we took his brand new center console stinkpot out and motored further up the river to Jug bay. The river narrows and is much more picturesque than the wide and developed lower river. He let me take the helm, and I had a blast bombing along at 25 mph.

The trip back took two long long days of sailing. The stingrays had all disappeared. I don't know where they went that fast. I tried raising the spinnaker at one point. It would have been the perfect point of sail all day, but there was too much wind for me to raise it single handed for the first time, and I gave up. I need to try it in lighter winds, and perhaps with the admiral aboard to woman the helm.

I don't know that I would recommend the Patuxent to a fellow cruiser. It might be fun to head past Solomons, if the wind and current are favorable. But it is a haul all the way up the river. I wouldn't do it, if I didn't have a reason. That said, I might try to make this trip an annual event.

Pic is Mr. Fred and his buddy Jeff when they motored down the river to meet me in Mr. Fred's new motor boat.

Split Decision Featured in Sailing Magazine

Our new marina has a lending library in the clubhouse. The Admiral is pretty excited about this. One of her favorite things to do on the boat is reading trashy novels. A lot of marinas have libraries where you can exchange whatever book you've finished for a new one.

Despite my english degree, I'm not so much into novels. I do however enjoy reading old sailing magazines people leave behind. I picked up a few when I was on the boat last week. Imagine my surprise when I saw a picture of my boat in the February issue of "Sailing" magazine. There is an ad for Gemini Catamarans on page 12. My boat is the second closest boat in the raft-up picture near the bottom left hand corner.

I have an original copy of the picture hanging on the wall in my boat. Click on the image above for a larger picture of the ad.

Captain's Chair

I left Baltimore on Sunday, heading for Deltaville. As a going away present, Matt gave me a 50 gallon water tank and a twelve volt tv. Thanks Matt! I'm not sure how useful the tv will be with the conversion to digital tv, but I'm pretty excited about the tank. I'll use it either as a gas tank, if the plastic is compatible with petroleum, or as a poo tank. My present holding tank is pathetically small, and has been known to fill quickly and overflow with guests aboard. Yuck.

I just need to figure out how to get the tank into the boat. It's pretty big and won't fit through the hatches. I'll have to disassemble some of the cabin woodwork to get it through the head and into the storage locker. Meanwhile, the tank is proving useful as a captain's chair.