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Sailing Tomorrow
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Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Ah, well. Red Sky was a full fledged restaurant over the weekend. You prolly can eat well from food left behind in the corners of your cockpit.
brianb
Olson 34 Driver
I will be out testing stuff. If wind up will sail north . If cold will seek Starbucks Christmas cup of coffee
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
121715
Wednesday in December, it was pretty cold at 1pm when we sailed out of the Berkeley Marina, DM and I. Even though there were only little teeny whitecaps, we were moving right along at almost five knots. Maybe a clean bottom makes a difference after all. Hmmm. All it takes is money. Started out toward Richmond, then it was just one tack over to starboard all the way to the Ferry Building. That’s a different course than the usual tack tack tacking.
There was only one other sailboat on the bay, a Santana 22 with a blue hull, headed straight for me on port tack. Wouldn’t that be something – only two boats on the whole bay and we crash into each other? He had a big low-cut jib up, and he was hunkered down in his winter clothes. Comfortable. Happy to be sailing his boat. Clueless that he was about to die. I waited to see whether he noticed me on starboard. Nope. He thought he had the bay to himself. So I altered course slightly, sailed above him, passed close over toward him. I waved. He grinned BIG and waved back. Two sailors dressed like ice fishermen, freezing their sterns off, grateful to be sailing on the San Francisco Bay in the winter.
DM and I arrived at Pier 1 ½ and I locked her cabin up. Brian B said Red Sky had some new blocks that went missing there awhile back. Walked to the Ferry Building, ate a late lunch and had a latte at Peets. Then it was home again, into the lengthening shadows of the tall buildings of the City.
What is this? The wind has clocked round so I can raise the spinnaker! Ooh Ooh! Run this line, run that line, roll up the jib, loosen it again when the spinnaker halyard gets tangled in it. Make sure everything looks just right, raise the sail – what the hell? The wind has changed again and now we’re headed toward the Bay Bridge, the part where it’s really shallow. Getting stuck in the mud in the dark in the winter, now that doesn't sound like any fun at all.
But the spinnaker is up and that’s so cool, red, white and blue: let's go just a little further, even though it’s dark now and I can hardly see it and it’s shallower and shallower … and aaawww! Look at that sunset! Boy it gets cold when the sun goes down. So down comes the sail and as I head slowly toward the Berkeley Marina I see three sailboats coming out to enjoy the crystal clear evening on the bay. People just gotta be on the water. What a privilege to live here and own a sailboat!
Wednesday in December, it was pretty cold at 1pm when we sailed out of the Berkeley Marina, DM and I. Even though there were only little teeny whitecaps, we were moving right along at almost five knots. Maybe a clean bottom makes a difference after all. Hmmm. All it takes is money. Started out toward Richmond, then it was just one tack over to starboard all the way to the Ferry Building. That’s a different course than the usual tack tack tacking.
There was only one other sailboat on the bay, a Santana 22 with a blue hull, headed straight for me on port tack. Wouldn’t that be something – only two boats on the whole bay and we crash into each other? He had a big low-cut jib up, and he was hunkered down in his winter clothes. Comfortable. Happy to be sailing his boat. Clueless that he was about to die. I waited to see whether he noticed me on starboard. Nope. He thought he had the bay to himself. So I altered course slightly, sailed above him, passed close over toward him. I waved. He grinned BIG and waved back. Two sailors dressed like ice fishermen, freezing their sterns off, grateful to be sailing on the San Francisco Bay in the winter.
DM and I arrived at Pier 1 ½ and I locked her cabin up. Brian B said Red Sky had some new blocks that went missing there awhile back. Walked to the Ferry Building, ate a late lunch and had a latte at Peets. Then it was home again, into the lengthening shadows of the tall buildings of the City.
What is this? The wind has clocked round so I can raise the spinnaker! Ooh Ooh! Run this line, run that line, roll up the jib, loosen it again when the spinnaker halyard gets tangled in it. Make sure everything looks just right, raise the sail – what the hell? The wind has changed again and now we’re headed toward the Bay Bridge, the part where it’s really shallow. Getting stuck in the mud in the dark in the winter, now that doesn't sound like any fun at all.
But the spinnaker is up and that’s so cool, red, white and blue: let's go just a little further, even though it’s dark now and I can hardly see it and it’s shallower and shallower … and aaawww! Look at that sunset! Boy it gets cold when the sun goes down. So down comes the sail and as I head slowly toward the Berkeley Marina I see three sailboats coming out to enjoy the crystal clear evening on the bay. People just gotta be on the water. What a privilege to live here and own a sailboat!
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Daydreamer
SAILOR
Great write up Jackie!
Sounds like a wonderful day
And no spinnaker drama!
Sounds like a wonderful day
And no spinnaker drama!
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Great write up Jackie! Sounds like a wonderful day
Hey, Greg! Are you coming out Sunday to race around Alcatraz if weather permits?
Daydreamer
SAILOR
I am going to miss out.
Got honey do 's this weekend and the holiday coming up.
Hope to get out after the first.
Got honey do 's this weekend and the holiday coming up.
Hope to get out after the first.
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
i take umbrage , sir, @ your characterization of my engine. It may be a stinkpot but it is MY stinkpot! So r you driving up to slow down on your boat tomorrow or not?
hodgmo
Still Floating
Ma'am, for better or worse, big or small, we are mostly stinkpotters.... https://goo.gl/photos/THauNoEavQ5E6mym8
Alas i won't be back to Alameda until next week.
Alas i won't be back to Alameda until next week.
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
stink·pot
ˈstiNGkpät/
noun 1. USinformal an unpleasant person (used as a term of abuse). 2. another term for musk turtle.
BobJ
Alerion 38 "Surprise!"
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Which reminds me of this book I just finished: "Before the Wind" by Jim Lynch. Oh my oh my! It was just great. Every page about sailing. People and sailing. People in boatyards. Sailors racing. No turtles. No pictures. Just published=2016. I should be a book reviewer. Hey, Bob, come out sailing. Nobody's taxes are due.
