This picture was taken early in the day. The grandkid now swears he's never going sailing again! The morning of "Skeeter's maiden voyage started out benign enough, as a matter of fact it was downright boring. We'd raise the sails get a few good puffs of wind then the wind would disappear and we'd start the motor, then the wind would pick up and we'd raise the sails, then the wind would...Oh hell, you know the routine. We tucked into a few little crannies and let the grandkid swim and grinned like idiots when we grounded the boat and pushed her off by ourselves.
Pookah hailed us on the VHF and welcomed us to High Country sailing while we lamented the lack of Mother Nature's natural propulsion source that day.
"Just wait," replied Pookah, a little ominously I thought.
We didn't have to wait long.
Pretty soon a frisky little wind started to build and we raised the sails again and Skeeter was galloping along. Then...right when we were coming about...
BAM!
The wind decided it didn't want us to come about and whipped the lines out of our hands and into the water. The boom slammed and the grandkid screamed, or maybe that was me. Skeeter tried to rid itself of its contents but we held on tight
Boats aren't supposed to do that! Bad Boat! My old boat never did that! My old boat displaced 39,000 pounds and that was without all of our crap on it.
Just like the early part of the day, the wind died, we started the engine and we limped back to the mooring field where of course the wind picked back up as we tried to pick up our mooring.
Okay, Mother Nature had put us firmly back in our place. So what if we'd sailed a big sailboat on a big ocean, she could still kick our ass if she wanted too.
I wanted to echo the grandkid's declaration to never go sailing again, but I'd said it too many times before.
6 comments:
He He, thought you'd get a kick out of that afternoon! That was typical Dillon weather. Nothing, nothing then blammo, hang on baby!!! Oh and getting back through the little slot between the main lake and Giberson can be "sporty". We try to sail both ways but have the little diesel running just in case.
We sailed into the early evening and it turned out to be fantastic. The key to Dillon is hang around, it will change.
Bill and Cindy aboard Pooka.
It was a very quiet trip in the car back over Hoosier to the house. I'll go back but it will take some convincing for the grandchild...probably shouldn't have taken him on the maiden voyage. I have to remember now...so what if I fall in the water, I can swim to shore.
You can swim assuming hypothermia doesn't get you first. Remember this aint the Caribbean.
We actually got the rail in the water that day. Doesn't happen very often.
Have you spent much time on the western slope? Cindy and I just got back from Paonia. The cherry harvest is in full swing right now. Several wineries in the area also.
Fresh fruit and vino, that's living.
Hi Mary:
I just found your blog and love it. Thanks so much. My husband and I are on our first season of cruising. We are in Norway having the time of our lives. We live in Colorado (Golden) most of the year. Follow our blog at windleblo.blogspot.com.
毎月１０万円を最低ラインとする謝礼を得て、セレブ女性に癒しを与える仕事があります。無料登録した後はメールアプローチを待つだけでもOK、あなたもセレブラブで欲求を満たしあう関係を作ってみませんか
Hi guys,
I just posted this last comment because I have gotten several of identical posts in the last weeks. Anybody know what this is about? It's probably a virus and I've just erased years of sailing thoughts because of being dalliatory about saving it to a disk. I quit working on Monday and I'm back to recollecting the sailing life.
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