|Not my picture, not my boat|
Dave, you go man. You go. Impressive.
Now for the main feature:
In which SeaPearl Scout and I sail around Casco Bay, meet a squall, and get boarded by fictitious pirates.
|Red = Day 1, Yellow = Day 2. Black = Iron Mizzen usage|
I headed out of South Portland recently and met up with a Pearson 30 as she sailed north along the Maine coast, destination Brooklin and WoodenBoat. I planned to be along for a day, maybe two. The first night's destination was either going to be Damirscove Island or Seguin, depending on distance travelled. I thought I could probably make Seguin via Half-Way Rock, but Damirscove was probably out for me due to the distance and my energy level.
The weather was fine, with a remote chance of thunderstorms, and calm winds gave way to a beautiful stiff breeze of the kind that you can only really find on salt water.
Scout moved along smoothly and with efficiency. I pushed her hard which means I pushed myself hard, and gave myself little time to eat, drink, pee, or enjoy the sailing, as I was intent on keeping up with the Pearson 30 (which I did, but jeez... enjoy the ride already, right?)
|Blowing out to Half-Way Rock with nice water and a good breeze!|
Behind me, the wall of bruised green and black advanced, with thunder filling the air. It was on. My buds in the Pearson 30 became insignificant by contrast. I hoved-to and started preparations.
|Trouble is creeping up on the Pearson 30! Run guys, run!|
|Battened down. Small Point in the distance behind me. Trouble is on it's way!|
|The Squall over, I take my leave of the Pearson 30 and sail out of the dark and into the sun. This was a good feeling.|
|Wet, but pleased with this particular outcome|
|Nestled in for the night... or is she?|
|My view in the morning. Peaceful. I am happy!|
|It looked steeper in real life.|
|When you are waiting for a tide to fix your sorry boat, you might as well make coffee.|