BobJ
Alerion 38 "Surprise!"
That's Caro. "The original design brief was for a fast boat to be sailed by the owner and his friends..."
https://www.botinpartners.com/project.php?id=43
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What I Saw
- Thread starter Philpott
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That's Caro. "The original design brief was for a fast boat to be sailed by the owner and his friends..."
https://www.botinpartners.com/project.php?id=43
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Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Little Boats all in a Row
Sailed back from the Oakland Yacht Club after leaving Dura Mater overnight, and we came upon these little cuties in Potrero Reach:
https://vimeo.com/393085123
Sailed back from the Oakland Yacht Club after leaving Dura Mater overnight, and we came upon these little cuties in Potrero Reach:
https://vimeo.com/393085123
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Kyntanna Sighting
There I was, driving down Telegraph Avenue, when I noticed movement within the graffiti covering the old Kasper's Hotdog stand. Can you see her?
It's Carliane Johnson s/v Kyntanna. We met for breakfast at Aunt Mary's in Temescal so I could hand off a MOB stick for her new adventure, the 2020 Pac Cup: The Fun Race to Hawaii. Carliane hopes this one will be fun, because it took her six months to recover from sleep deprivation after the 2018 SHTP.
Here she is next to an Oakland Tech bulldog. Well, not a real one:
There I was, driving down Telegraph Avenue, when I noticed movement within the graffiti covering the old Kasper's Hotdog stand. Can you see her?
It's Carliane Johnson s/v Kyntanna. We met for breakfast at Aunt Mary's in Temescal so I could hand off a MOB stick for her new adventure, the 2020 Pac Cup: The Fun Race to Hawaii. Carliane hopes this one will be fun, because it took her six months to recover from sleep deprivation after the 2018 SHTP.
Here she is next to an Oakland Tech bulldog. Well, not a real one:
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Sure. Bring it down and I'll sail it over to her. She needs a video of her emergency rudder as deployed, so I'll be sailing over on DM sometime to do that. Maybe you'd like to be my driver?
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Dura Mater in the Delta Again
4.12.20
Easter Sunday: time to head for the Delta. I called ahead to ask Devery Stockon if I could get a slip at Owl Harbor:
“Devery, if I promise to not touch anything, can I come to Owl Harbor and get a slip?”
“Yes”
“And I’m all out of eggs.”
“We have eggs.”
So away we went. Dura Mater and I left Potrero Reach at 12:21. The top of the flood at Red Rock was noon. We passed Benicia Marina this year, motorsailed the whole way to Pittsburg Yacht Club Harbor, arriving @ 5:57 pm. The yacht club was closed up tight. DM was the only sailboat. The cost for both sides of the Pittsburg harbors is $0.50/foot ($14 for DM, keep the change) into the box. It was pretty windy: 18 knots with bigger gusts.
We were glad to be in a harbor as it was getting cold. Moving time was 5.5 hours, max 8.9 knots; average 6.3 knots, 34.6 nm total.
There were lots of huge shiny power boats parked with cabins on several levels. I can't imagine the windage and they would require a lot of expensive fuel. Still, it was nice to have my own Engine by Dave once I had lowered sail outside the entrance.
4.13.20
Pittsburg to Owl Harbor
This is such a nice trip, especially just before sunrise. The wind was 14 knots at the get go, and we left Pittsburg @ 6:05 am.
It was wool hat, wool socks, long underwear cold. There are always things to see along the San Joaquin.
Max flood at Pittsburg = 6 am/ 1.25 knots. Max speed = 9.5 knots; average = 6.6 knots.
Once you get under the Antioch Bridge, everything changes from semi-industrial to rural. Like Dorothy travelling from Kansas and landing with a thump in Munchkin Land. The Delta beyond the Antioch Bridge is another dimension.
We motorsailed the whole way, arriving @ 8:52 am: 2 hrs 45 minutes. We checked into our slip at I dock and walked up to the office to sign the paperwork. Devery asked politely:
"Would you like to keep the pen?"
Of course I would like to keep the pen. I love free stuff. Plus, it had big city germs on it anyway.
Registration and insurance paperwork was emailed ahead, and a check was sent via USPS: $519 - $259.50/month plus a last month's rent.
And then, just before I left the clubhouse, Devery handed over the prize:
Owl Harbor eggs from Owl Harbor chickens. Reason alone to visit, but there's just so much more.
4.12.20
Easter Sunday: time to head for the Delta. I called ahead to ask Devery Stockon if I could get a slip at Owl Harbor:
“Devery, if I promise to not touch anything, can I come to Owl Harbor and get a slip?”
“Yes”
“And I’m all out of eggs.”
“We have eggs.”
So away we went. Dura Mater and I left Potrero Reach at 12:21. The top of the flood at Red Rock was noon. We passed Benicia Marina this year, motorsailed the whole way to Pittsburg Yacht Club Harbor, arriving @ 5:57 pm. The yacht club was closed up tight. DM was the only sailboat. The cost for both sides of the Pittsburg harbors is $0.50/foot ($14 for DM, keep the change) into the box. It was pretty windy: 18 knots with bigger gusts.
We were glad to be in a harbor as it was getting cold. Moving time was 5.5 hours, max 8.9 knots; average 6.3 knots, 34.6 nm total.
There were lots of huge shiny power boats parked with cabins on several levels. I can't imagine the windage and they would require a lot of expensive fuel. Still, it was nice to have my own Engine by Dave once I had lowered sail outside the entrance.
4.13.20
Pittsburg to Owl Harbor
This is such a nice trip, especially just before sunrise. The wind was 14 knots at the get go, and we left Pittsburg @ 6:05 am.
It was wool hat, wool socks, long underwear cold. There are always things to see along the San Joaquin.
Max flood at Pittsburg = 6 am/ 1.25 knots. Max speed = 9.5 knots; average = 6.6 knots.
Once you get under the Antioch Bridge, everything changes from semi-industrial to rural. Like Dorothy travelling from Kansas and landing with a thump in Munchkin Land. The Delta beyond the Antioch Bridge is another dimension.
We motorsailed the whole way, arriving @ 8:52 am: 2 hrs 45 minutes. We checked into our slip at I dock and walked up to the office to sign the paperwork. Devery asked politely:
"Would you like to keep the pen?"
Of course I would like to keep the pen. I love free stuff. Plus, it had big city germs on it anyway.
Registration and insurance paperwork was emailed ahead, and a check was sent via USPS: $519 - $259.50/month plus a last month's rent.
And then, just before I left the clubhouse, Devery handed over the prize:
Owl Harbor eggs from Owl Harbor chickens. Reason alone to visit, but there's just so much more.
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mike cunningham
Freedom 30 "Jacqueline"
Isn't it sweet to ride that current? I am always amazed at how fast you can go at full flood or ebb. During the big rains two years ago heading downriver I got up to 10Kts over the ground at about 6Kts on the water. It was crazy.
The pics are great. I have had a diesel leak since Hawaii, they have got me motivated to get on the boat and get that damn thing fixed.
The pics are great. I have had a diesel leak since Hawaii, they have got me motivated to get on the boat and get that damn thing fixed.
BobJ
Alerion 38 "Surprise!"
"What I saw" yesterday was Philpott roaming the docks at RYC. Her boat is up-the-Delta but she came over to see if maybe the dock lines had fallen in the water. Oh, and there was something about getting her car. Anyway, it was good because I wanted her opinion about a fabric sample. Shot down it was.
We discussed the relative merits of sailing in place... er, sheltering in place, then she left her unfinished coffee on Surprise!'s fan tail and wandered off.
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We discussed the relative merits of sailing in place... er, sheltering in place, then she left her unfinished coffee on Surprise!'s fan tail and wandered off.
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dolfinbill
New member
Hey Mike, I had more than a "diesel leak" since Hawaii - in fact my diesel died last August on the way to Catalina. Spent the last three months of 2019 pulling my 35yr old Universal Model 40 and dropping in a new Beta Marine 35. That last sentence makes it sound so easy - not! So now it's finely more or less running again but here in San Diego we can't even leave the dock so I just start it every couple of weeks with the docklines firmly attached and listen to the red beast purr. Haven't raised a sail in eight months.
Bill Meanley
Dolfin, Crealock 37
San Diego
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
On my way to RYC I drove by downtown Richmond Point, which I am starting to love. Grocery shopped at the market on the corner, bought a slice at Extreme Pizza and then walked 'round the corner to Louie's, where I waited six feet away from all the bicyclists to order my latte.
Okay, I'll bite: Bob scored some fancy silkie type fabric from a client of his, the same kind of material that Larry Ellison used for the inside of his own yacht, which is slightly bigger and fancier than Surprise! He asked my opinion of it and I responded with a "meh!"
I suggested he ask Synthia, she of the perfect wisdom ("all you need to sail across an ocean is chocolate and coffee"). Synthia will know what color and type of fabric. Bob wasn't sure he liked the color, either, but he wants to be able to say, "Oh, yes, Larry and I used the same fabric."
Remember the Seinfeld episode where George bought the car because the salesman told him it had been owned by Jon Voigt? Then he bragged about it? Yeah. Kinda like that, only even more esoteric. Those yacht owners. They know how to spend money.
Bob and I got all philosophical about life and then I walked down the dock to talk with Howard, leaving my latte behind.
mike cunningham
Freedom 30 "Jacqueline"
Oh, I'll bet that was fun. I don't like that number though...35 years. Jacqueline was built in June 86 so I am coming up on that milestone before very long. She has her original 2GM20F. I may wind up electrifying under duress. If I was forced into a new engine I think I would go green. Literally and figuratively.
Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
What does the Delta look like during the Great Pandemic of 2020? The sky is still blue, the herons are still annoyed with the humans and the grasses still sway in the wind. People are sensible here. They keep their distance, but still smile, as Delta people tend to do. And in April? It's still a bit chilly at night, but today it was hot enough for the chocolate to soften.
The wind comes from different directions in April than during the summer, the same as in the Bay area. Mount Diablo is always there in the distance, across the alfalfa fields along Owl Harbor's gardens and clearly visible all along the San Joaquin River.
Last week I met the neighbors. There I am, washing up my dishes from dinner in my little galley, when I look out my companionway to see three singlehanders come back in from sailing! 17 knots. Good wind. They all turned in to their slips on the dock next door: H dock. I walked over.
"Hi, guys!"
There is a Newport 30, then a Nonesuch 30, then a Newport 28. Right next to each other. Turns out they all come down to their boats Thursday night and sail around out on the San Joaquin River. Do they race? Nah. Nothing like that. They just follow each other around.
Will they be here next Thursday? Sure! What a coincidence. So will Dura Mater! We all agreed that singlehanded sailing is essential to our wellbeing.
At 3:30 yesterday I saw that they were preparing their boats. I called down from the levee road: "What time are you going out?"
"4:00"
Excellent! I'll go out, too. Just go sailing around. Right?
So I raised Dura Mater's sail, reefing because it was windy, and we followed them out. I hoped they had deeper drafts than me, because it can get really shallow at the entrance to Seven Mile Slough.
Well, once they had raised their sails in the San Joaquin River, the hell it wasn't a race! They were off, into the white caps and against the building flood. So I tried to keep up, and they tried to shake me. At least that's how it seemed. They went through Santa Clara shoal. I followed. They turned to port past Bradford Island. I followed. Tack, tack and tack again.
We were shoved sideways by the wind to begin with, and further sideways by the flood. An hour into the non race we had sailed 2.6 miles. These Delta sailors, they're used to tacking.
They kept looking back to see if I was keeping up. I was sure trying. The wind was 15 knots gusting to over 20. It was SO MUCH FUN! We finally circled green channel marker #25 to starboard, than headed back.
By the time we reached Seven Mile Slough again we had sailed 16.7 nm. By the time we reached our slips back in Owl Harbor, the sun was setting.
There's wind here, and singlehanders. But nobody's racing. Seriously.
The wind comes from different directions in April than during the summer, the same as in the Bay area. Mount Diablo is always there in the distance, across the alfalfa fields along Owl Harbor's gardens and clearly visible all along the San Joaquin River.
Last week I met the neighbors. There I am, washing up my dishes from dinner in my little galley, when I look out my companionway to see three singlehanders come back in from sailing! 17 knots. Good wind. They all turned in to their slips on the dock next door: H dock. I walked over.
"Hi, guys!"
There is a Newport 30, then a Nonesuch 30, then a Newport 28. Right next to each other. Turns out they all come down to their boats Thursday night and sail around out on the San Joaquin River. Do they race? Nah. Nothing like that. They just follow each other around.
Will they be here next Thursday? Sure! What a coincidence. So will Dura Mater! We all agreed that singlehanded sailing is essential to our wellbeing.
At 3:30 yesterday I saw that they were preparing their boats. I called down from the levee road: "What time are you going out?"
"4:00"
Excellent! I'll go out, too. Just go sailing around. Right?
So I raised Dura Mater's sail, reefing because it was windy, and we followed them out. I hoped they had deeper drafts than me, because it can get really shallow at the entrance to Seven Mile Slough.
Well, once they had raised their sails in the San Joaquin River, the hell it wasn't a race! They were off, into the white caps and against the building flood. So I tried to keep up, and they tried to shake me. At least that's how it seemed. They went through Santa Clara shoal. I followed. They turned to port past Bradford Island. I followed. Tack, tack and tack again.
We were shoved sideways by the wind to begin with, and further sideways by the flood. An hour into the non race we had sailed 2.6 miles. These Delta sailors, they're used to tacking.
They kept looking back to see if I was keeping up. I was sure trying. The wind was 15 knots gusting to over 20. It was SO MUCH FUN! We finally circled green channel marker #25 to starboard, than headed back.
By the time we reached Seven Mile Slough again we had sailed 16.7 nm. By the time we reached our slips back in Owl Harbor, the sun was setting.
There's wind here, and singlehanders. But nobody's racing. Seriously.
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mike cunningham
Freedom 30 "Jacqueline"
Thursday at four huh? Well, I'll have to come from down South and give you guys some more competition... I mean camaraderie.
BTW, Your last visit inspired me to completely rebuild my dock, you are welcome to enjoy the upgraded facilities any time.
BTW, Your last visit inspired me to completely rebuild my dock, you are welcome to enjoy the upgraded facilities any time.
That's a lovely sunset. I wish the Piper was ready, I could come out and play with you guys.
everydaysailor
New member
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Philpott
Cal 2-27 Dura Mater
Nice to see boats out again. Thanks for the video, everyday sailor!