|Not my picture, not my boat|
Dave, you go man. You go. Impressive.
Now for the main feature:
In which SeaPearl Scout and I sail around Casco Bay, meet a squall, and get boarded by fictitious pirates.
|Red = Day 1, Yellow = Day 2. Black = Iron Mizzen usage|
I headed out of South Portland recently and met up with a Pearson 30 as she sailed north along the Maine coast, destination Brooklin and WoodenBoat. I planned to be along for a day, maybe two. The first night's destination was either going to be Damirscove Island or Seguin, depending on distance travelled. I thought I could probably make Seguin via Half-Way Rock, but Damirscove was probably out for me due to the distance and my energy level.
The weather was fine, with a remote chance of thunderstorms, and calm winds gave way to a beautiful stiff breeze of the kind that you can only really find on salt water.
Scout moved along smoothly and with efficiency. I pushed her hard which means I pushed myself hard, and gave myself little time to eat, drink, pee, or enjoy the sailing, as I was intent on keeping up with the Pearson 30 (which I did, but jeez... enjoy the ride already, right?)
|Blowing out to Half-Way Rock with nice water and a good breeze!|
Behind me, the wall of bruised green and black advanced, with thunder filling the air. It was on. My buds in the Pearson 30 became insignificant by contrast. I hoved-to and started preparations.
|Trouble is creeping up on the Pearson 30! Run guys, run!|
|Battened down. Small Point in the distance behind me. Trouble is on it's way!|
We tied Scout up and towed her behind the Pearson 30, which was actually a mistake. When the squall hit she sailed on her own, and the skipper had to stay ahead of her. It would have been far more desirable to hunker down in Scout and ride out the storm with her as it would have been significantly less nerve wracking. Lesson learned. When the storm passed the crew of the Pearson decided to make for Damirscove, and I broke off and headed towards Harpswell to a small island on the Maine Island Trail.
|The Squall over, I take my leave of the Pearson 30 and sail out of the dark and into the sun. This was a good feeling.|
|Wet, but pleased with this particular outcome|
|Nestled in for the night... or is she?|
|My view in the morning. Peaceful. I am happy!|
1. Raccoons are searching for tasty food morsels and ripping things apart
2. Crazy hobo person who probably lives on island is ransacking my boat
3. Pirates (this one bad)
With little fanfare (I'm pretty sure I was naked) I went running out of the tent down to the shore and around the corner, where I found Scout slightly south of her original position and bottomed out on a now not-so-flat bottom, her bow pointing skyward, and my booms sliding down to the stern of the boat. No pirates, but a sorry sight!
|It looked steeper in real life.|
|When you are waiting for a tide to fix your sorry boat, you might as well make coffee.|