A Blast
Either this nautical stuff is just in my blood or I am too stupid to know any better!
My personal log about a 1973 Macgregor Venture 17 sailboat and sailing in the Washington DC Metro, Northern Virginia, and Chesapeake Bay areas.
Whoa what a day! Started at sunrise heading south. It was absolutely gorgeous! I was out amongst the crab boats and the early arrivals of container ships, tugs, and tankers.
The marina in Rock Hall faced the bay bridge and the first couple of hours of the trip where spent closing on the bridge and gaping in awe as I went under it. Oh...didn't get under it before I had my very first encounter with a MASSIVE container ship. It went very smoothly but seeing that thing up close and manuevuering with it left me a little drop jawed. But what a cool experience. I will always give those babies a wide berth.
Not far after passing under the bridge, I spotted a tall ship, under sail, heading north up the bay. I headed straight for it and got some really cool hot of the ship as we passed. I could totally see myself plying the seas on one of those!
The wind picked up when I hit North Beach, MD, so the last two hours were a bit rough, but confidence in one's craft makes a huge difference. This boat rolls in the chop, but you never feel fearful that its going to capsize. Unlike traveling in the V17 where you felt like an bobbing apple at a kinderrgarten halloween party.
I cooked in the boat for the first time tonight. Gourmet mac and cheese. Oh yeah, that was special, but it was camp food. Will try something more ambitious when I get the boat more organized.
'night!
Oh...BTW...please forgive my typos and such. I am blogging from my Palm...
I am laying here in the settee, looking up through hatch at the perfectly clear sky. The stars are so bright out here. All I can hear is the sound of the water lapping against the hull. Jo really should be here!!
Its was the first day, for me at least, with the boat moving. I was under power all day as the wind was blowing from the due south and, naturally, I was traveling due south. I guess I could have tacked my way down here but I really wanted to make some time.
And time I made... turns out the beast will do 7.5 mph on glassy water and did a respectable 6mph with a pretty strong head wind. All this with a little 6hp motor. I am impressed...
I am having the time of my life. I don't think that I have ever done anything that felt so good and so damn inherent before. In a former life, perhaps I was a pirate. Muuuwwaaahhhaaaaa
Also turns out that my bargain basement boat includes a working autopilot. I took advantage of that all day. What a difference that makes!!!
Having a blast. Tomorrow I hope to get the sails run up! We'll see!
I had originally hope, albeit secretly, that everything was going to go so smoothly with the whole boat transition thing. Alas, not so much. Upon arrival, I had to start the motor and get it going. Since nothing so worthwhile is ever easy, I proceded to spend my day getting the motor started. Although I am soooo not mechanic, I amazed myself with my seemingly instictive knowledge of the four stroke outboard motor. Like Costanza practicing celebecy, I deftly negitiated the guts of my new motor and BAM, it started!
I then set upon getting the cabin cleaned (and disinfected) so that I could sleep devoid of filth. That worked out well but took me the remainder of the daylight hours that I had left.
A few things left to do in the chilly morning hours then tomorrow its off to 'sea'.
I have to say Havre de Grace is a charming little town with very friendly and helpful people. Jo would love it here as there are quaint little shops all over the place here!