Stuff Happens

Stuff happens. When it does, we humans are quick assign it some value or make some judgement about the occurrence, is this good stuff? Bad stuff? Terrible stuff? Just what kind of stuff is it and how will this stuff affect the future? I would like to report that on Monday, July 16, 2021 at 1000 these were the lofty questions being contemplated, but I would be lying. At the time I was busy practicing my bad language. What happened?

At 0830 we left Oyster Bay in light winds headed east towards the north shore of Long Island Sound. Of course, the wind was absent, and we were motoring along making about 6 knots and then we weren’t. That’s when the bad language practice session began. We had been warned.

Read more: Stuff Happens

Write comment (0 Comments)

The Hudson

At 4200 feet above sea level, Lake Tear of the Clouds, on the shoulders of Mt Marcy is the source of the Hudson River. From a small rivulet in the alpine regions of the Adirondacks, it flows through valleys, gorges, and wide bays to the sea. We joined the Hudson on its journey to the ocean at the confluence of the Mohawk and Hudson Rivers at Waterford, NY about two weeks ago. Since then we have made our way downstream with extended stops in Catskill, Kingston, and now Croton-on-Hudson. This is not the typical itinerary for a cruising boat trying to reach the ocean. 

If you are following us on Spot you might have noticed our extended stays in Catskill and Croton. Old slow bodies kept us in a Catskill for an extra day or two. The mast was stepped and a new Mack Pack sail cover was installed. Our stay in Croton was not so pleasantly disposed. Recipes in gourmet magazines often omit a critical ingredient or two to keep you coming the restaurant. The omission of a critical piece of information is not unique to gourmet magazines.

Read more: The Hudson

Write comment (0 Comments)

Finally!

We finally cut the lines on Tuesday, July 27 after a 10 day wait for the Oswego Canal to open. I would like to regale you with tales of pleasant sailing, calm waters, and sundowners, all hallmarks of a great sailing vacation. If I was to do so, it would be a great story. However, let me disabuse you of any thought about our journey being a fun filled vacation trip. Our days have been long and challenging and still full filling. Cruising is work, work that we find ourselves (mostly) enjoying. In spite of early bedtimes and tired muscles we have no second thoughts. 

Today (August 4) we are lying in Catskill, NY at Riverview Marina. We stepped the mast the mast yesterday and spent the rest of the day tuning the rig and preparing to install our new Mack Pack sail cover which arrived today. Riverview is a great marina. The staff is top notch and friendly. We’ll be leaving in a day or two and look forward to seeing them again on our return trip. 

Read more: Finally!

Write comment (0 Comments)

NYC!

A quick post. We made it to New York City this afternoon. Another long day of motoring as, once again, no wind. A longer post on our trip down the Hudson is waiting for a final edit, would have done it this evening but the anchorage is too rolly, hard to type. It will be up soon.

Write comment (0 Comments)

Hurry Up and Wait!

The popular adage “We can’t direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails” seems to capture the essence of sailing, harnessing the wind to set our course. Certainly wind is a central concern for sailors it can be fickle, soft and gentle, boisterous, raging, and all together absent at times. The sailor’s relationship to wind is simple, understand its mood and harness its energy. Wind is the sailor’s partner.

Wind alone is not sufficient for sailing, a sailboat needs water. If the wind is a mostly willing partner, water is a petulant child. Even in the lightest breezes, wind can be cajoled and nursed into cooperation. Water fights the sailor every inch of the way. 

Read more: Hurry Up and Wait!

Write comment (0 Comments)