Pre launch visit in the snow I went up to visit yesterday, in the snow. Once I found her again, tucked away warm in a back corner of the yard, it was one pleasant surprise after another. The snow was gone, the ice cube in the bilge had melted, and the pump had survived […]
I do shore support and communications for my sister Robin. She and her husband sail a boat named after our Aunt Mabel. One of my tasks is to make sure their iridium phone is sending communications every 4 hours. This process has worked for years. It has been reliable enough to keep everybody happy. And also […]
It took me a while to learn that too much astern power, applied too soon, is the problem. It’s a mistake to try to dig the anchor in immediately by pulling hell-for-leather in reverse. The anchor needs to “soak.” It’s not a word you hear mentioned a lot, but once you know it and use it, […]
That being said, the final arbiter is the sea. Not all vessels that survive are seaworthy, by any reasonable standard. Nor are all vessels that founder unseaworthy. Luck can see the one through and exceed the limits of the other. Too much obsession with perfection, and we stay anchored to shore. Too little, and we risk […]
This is Evening Light as I first saw her, sitting at the back of a commercial yard in Kingston Ontario. The yard was bustling, full of energy. Boats were being built and refurbished, chunky powerful mostly shallow draft fire boats. They were crafted from aluminum and fire, welded seams, and big functional topsides. Fascinating stuff. […]
Before and After pictures
Before and after pictures of shorefront from NOAA. The pictures. The after pictures show snow on the ground, so I have to assume that where there is no snow there was running water deep enough or warm enough to remove the snow. The After pictures are a little scary, and a good reminder of the power of wind driven water. Something we should respect.
The After pictures once again reveal my Great Aunt’s decision to build well back from the shore, and to preserve the marsh between her modest home and the beach to be a wise decision. Of course, because she was a quiet and understated woman we had no idea that much of the marsh and the adjoining wood belonged to her, purchased a postage stamp piece at a time over a long and interesting lifetime.
I’m sure, if she were still with us to comment, that she would say that it was just to preserve the view, and the view from the kitchen window was inspiring. And, more to the point, is still inspiring. She gave the land to the preservation society. For which we should all be grateful.
Thank you Aunt Mable, and your dear friend Liz. Without you I would not be seaborne.
After the shell is filleted and glassed (interior), rails are added to the exterior. Two strips of hardwood are glued against the shear line of the hull (upper edge, when she is sitting in the water). The hardwood goes on in two strips so it can be bent without breaking which is a good thing because the […]