After Father’s Day, Waiting for Thunderstorms

Today I am looking out at the yellow stained morning, yellow is not a good color to see here by the river, storm often follows. On that note the forecasts I follow are divided on how badly and when. The worst case sees 30 knots roaring out of the north. If there is no electrical component it might be fun.

And yesterday, a delayed father’s day was wonderful. I had a beautiful afternoon sail with my son with it’s interesting moments. I followed one wind change (spiral?) around 270 degrees in the lee of Hook Mountain. Always an interesting place. We worked our way free of the wind trap and rode the rising winds back down river. Our last run, down the east side of the mooring field, the Evening Light kicked up her heels and raced along at just under seven knots. Not the fastest I have ever had her, but really fun.

At the south end of the field we slow tacked her (something that is impossible with my Vision Quest – a Beneteau 235) rolling up the jib as we tacked. We glided out of the tack into a series of strong gusts that raced us back to our mooring. Nailed it on the first try despite the current running strong at 90 degrees to the wind. Then for some reason she swung around and put her stern into the wind, and sat there for some minutes, leaving us to believe that the pennants had hung up on the rudder. (The next time I pull her I am going to have to fix this weakness, somehow) Then, for no apparent reason, she turned back around to face the wind allowing us to stow the sail properly.

Later in the day, evening Lillian (a former student of mine) and her charming husband Michael went out for a light air drift. Earlier in the day Shane and I had played with different settings on the rig and found one we liked. This paid off in spades. The Evening Light has always been above average in light air (as well as well mannered in heavy air) and this last round of tuning made a huge difference. We were able to move against the current in light air, something I have had much difficulty in the past with many of the boats I have sailed. Everybody else gave up and motored in. With Lillian on the helm, and Michael forward as eyes we sailed straight up to the mooring and stopped with the stick just touching the rail. It was a beautiful moment, in beautiful surroundings. Being out on the water with family and friends just makes me so happy. Thank you all.