Posted by lance_ryley (lance_ryley@…>)
This past saturday, Bright Star moved from her “Winter” slip to
the “Summer” slip at Constitution Marina. The morning had been foggy,
but by 11 it was looking promising, so I decided to make the move -
by way of Boston Harbor, the outer islands, the Graves, and “B” buoy.
Just off the coast guard station I got the mizzen and main up,
dropped the board, cut the engine, and started beating out of the
harbor. The winds were probably about 8 - 10 with slightly stronger
gusts, and I felt like I was really getting back in touch with the
boat. I could get her on her close-hauled course and not touch the
wheel. She’d round up a few degrees in the puffs, then fall right
back down to the course I’d set. On one tack, I don’t think I touched
the wheel for a half-hour. All the while, she was making maybe 4.5 -
5 knots through the water, which I find pretty satisfactory for
upwind work.
Around Deer Island, two things happened: I could see the fog coming
in and the wind picked up. I put a reef in the main, warmed up the
radar, took a fix off deer island and made the decision to keep
heading out, rather than pick my way back in. It was kind of… fun…
hearing the container ship going by without actually ever seeing
anything more than its radar picture 1/4 mile off, in the shipping
lane, and hearing its two-minute horn blowing. My wheezy little
airhorn seemed anemic in comparison. Still, we knew where each other
were, I was in deep water, and again because of the tracking of the
boat, I was able to keep a good eye peeled without having to be
lashed to the helm.
After the container ship passed, I tacked across the sea lanes toward
B buoy. Again, another 30 minutes or so of making only the most minor
adjustments to the helm as the boat headed out. I figured myself to
be about halfway between the Graves and B when the sun finally burned
through the clouds and the fog went away. It was 3 pm, and I’d been
sailing for about 4 1/2 hours… it felt great. A few more tacks and I
was around B and on a broad reach, 7 - 7.5 knots heading back through
hypocrite channel. On the way out, before the fog, I’d been overtaken
by a C&C beating out with about 6 people under full main and genoa.
Now there was no one but one fishing boat hanging around the
Brewsters. It was pretty clear Boston was being rained on despite the
clear, warm weather out where I was, and I briefly thought of
changing course for Scituate or something. Instead, I donned my rain
gear and stoicly (yeah, right) headed back to the dock.
It was about 4 when I rounded B and 7 when I ghosted my way back to
Constitution… all around about 8 hours of sailing, maybe a little
more. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to stay out all night.
We all rave about our boats, both as Freedoms collectively and as OUR
boats individually. Over the winter, one can start to doubt,
wonder “does my boat really hit 7 knots regularly? does she truly
stay on course when I leave the helm?” That first spring sail, when
you’re throwing off the rust, affirms that it wasn’t all in your head.
Lance
Bright Star